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CATHOLIC  MMN  BOOK; 

A  COLLECTION  0F~" 

HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  ETC., 


ALL  HOLYDAYS  OF  OBLIGATION  AND  DEVOTION 
THROUGHOUT  THE  YEAR, 


SELECTED  FROM  APPROVED  SOURCES,  AND 
ADAPTED  TO  GENERAL  USE. 


O  Filii  et  Filiae 

Devotas  atque  debitaa 
Deo  dicamus  gratias: 

Alleluia. 


I^EW  YORK: 
EDWARD  DUNIGAN  &  BROTHER, 

1.5!     FULTON-STREET. 
1851 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1850, 

By  Edward  Dunigan  &  Brother, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  South- 
ern District  of  New  Yorlt, 


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TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES, 

SHOWING  WHERE    TO    FIND    EACH 
HYMN  BY  THE  BEGINNING. 


AboTe  the  starry  spheres 72 

Jam  Christus  astra  ascenderat. 
Again  the  Sunday  morn 18 

^1d  templa  nos  rursus  vocat. 

All  hail !  dear  Conqueror  !  all  hail 236 

Jesus  risen. 
All  ye  who  seek  a  certain  cure 88 

Quicunque  certiim  quceritis. 
All  ye  who  seek,  in  hope  and  love 106 

Quicunqae  Christum  qumritis. 
Angel  Guardian !  guard  me  sleeping 254 

On  going  to  sleep. 

Angel !  whom  God 255 

Angele  Dei. 
At  the  Cross  her  station  keeping 56 

Stabat  Mater  dolorosa. 

Bathed  in  eternity's  all  beauteous  beam 101 

Decora  lux  cBternitatis  aureavi. 
Bethlehem  !  of  noblest  cities 39 

0  sola  magnarum  urbium. 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King 184 

In  praise  of  the  Saviour. 
Come,  Holy  Ghost !  and  through  each  heart 181 

JN'unc  sancte  nobis  spiritus. 
;X)me,  let  us  with  glad  music 243 

In  praise  of  the  Holy  Cross. 

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TABLE  OF  FIKST  LINES. 

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Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest 73 

f^eni  Creator  Spiritus. 
Come,  O  Creator  Spirit 179 

f^eni  Creator  Spiritus. 

Daughter  of  David !  ever  fair 165 

Turris  Eburnea. 
Daughters  of  Sion !  royal  maids 46 

Exite  SionJiLicB. 
Dear  Angel !  ever  at  my  side 254 

To  my  Guardian  Angel. 
Dear  Husband  of  Mary  !  dear  nurse  of  her  Child. .     95 

The  Patronage  of  St.  Joseph. 
•  Dear  Jesus  !  as  I  wake  be  nigh 254 

On  rising  in  the  morning. 
Dear  Little  One,  how  sweet  Thou  art 202 

The  infant  Jesus. 
'■   Dear  Lord  !  prepare  our  souls,  and  train 180 

For  aid  in  Prayer. 
Depart  awhile,  each  thought  of  care 178 

Christmas  Vesper  Hymn. 
Down  in  adoration  falling 142 

Tantuin  ergo  sacramentum, 

Doxology— To  God  the  Father  glory  be 256 

Deo  Patri  sit  gloria. 

Faith  of  our  Fathers !  living  stiU 222 

Faith  of  our  Fathers, 

.  Father  of  highest  majesty 248 

Life^  passion,  and  merits  of  Christ. 

"^  First  flow  Vet  of  the  desert  wild 109 

Hymn  to  St.  Rose  of  Lima. 

Forth  comes  the  Standard  of  the  King 55 

-|v  Vex  ill  a  Regis  prodeunt. 

Prom  the  far-blazing  gate  of  morn 38 

A  soils  ortus  cardine. 

Gate  of  immortal  bliss 168 

Janua  cadi. 

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PAGE 

Gentle  Stai-  of  ocean 131 

Ave  maris  Stella. 

Giver  of  life,  eternal  Lord 120 

Salutis  (BteriuB  dator. 

Glory  and  praise  to  Thee,  Redeemer  blest 62 

^  Gloria^  laus,  et  honor. 

Hail,  City  of  refuge 125 

Salve  urbs  refugii. 
Hail,  Dial  of  Achaz 125 

Salve  korologium. 
Hail,  holy  Joseph,  hail 93 

Hymn  to  St.  Joseph. 
Hail,  holy  Virgin  !  Mary,  hail 161 

L,ady  of  Loretto. 
Hail,  Jesus,  hail !  who  for  my  sake 53 

Viva,  viva,  Gesii.  ^ 

Hail,  Mother  most  pure 116 

Salve  Virgo  Jlorens. 

Hail,  O  Queen  of  Heaven  enthioned 24 

Ave  Rcgina  ccelorum. 
Hail,  Queen  of  the  Heavens 121 

Salve  mundi  domina. 

Hail,  Solomon's  Throne 123 

<^         Salve  area  feeder  is. 

Hail  to  Thee !  true  Body,  sprung 144 

Ave,  verum  corpus  natum. 
Hail,  Virginal  Mother 124 

Salve  Virgo  puerpera. 
Hail,  Virgin  most  wise 122 

Salve  Virgo  sapiens. 
Had,  wounds!  which  through  eternal  years 52 

Salvete  Christi  vulnera. 
Hark  !  an  awful  voice  is  sounding 28 

En  clara  vox  redarguit. 
Have  mercy  on  us,  God  Most  High 200 

The  Holy  Trinity. 

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TABLE  OF  FIEST  LINES. 


PAOK 

Head  of  the  Hosts  in  Glory 171 

^•^       Ml  Saints ! 

Holy  Mother !  pierce  me  through 58 

Sancta  Jlater,  istud  agas. 

Holy  of  Holies !  rend  the  veil 166 

Faderis  area. 

Holy  Spirit !  Lord  of  light 76 

Veni  Sancte  Spiritus. 
Hymns  for  Weeli-days  and  Simdays,  when  not  oth- 

wise  appointed 15 

Hymns  for  Sundays  and  Week-days  in  Advent 27 

"      for  the  principal  Holydays  and  Saints'  days    30 

"      for  Particular  Occasions  of  Devotion 151 

"      before  Prayer,  Sermon,  &c 179 

"      before  Family  Prayer 182 

"      Benediction  of  Blessed  Sacrament 140 

"      Communion 151 

"      Confession 156 

"      Confirmation 160 

"      First  Communion 154 

"      For  the  Souls  in  Purgatory 193 

"      Litany  of  Loretto 161 

"      Month  of  May 174 

"      My  Guardian  Angel 195 

Prayer  before  a  Picture  of  the  B.  V.  Mary.  254 

Prayer  on  rising  in  the  morning 254 

Prayer  to  a  Guardian  Angel 254 

»  In  pulses  deep  of  threefold  Love 220 

The  Creation  of  the  ^Ingels. 

'Jesu !  Redeemer  of  the  world 30 

Jesu  Redemptor  omnium. 

Jesu !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 40 

Jesu  didcis  meinoria. 


TABLE  OF  FIEST  LINES. 

PAGE 

Joseph  !  our  certain  hope  of  life 91 

Cmiitum  Joseph  decus  atque  noistra. 
o  Joy  of  my  heart !  O  let  me  pray 174 

Pious  Aspirations  to  the  Virgin  Mary, 
Joy  to  thee,  O  Queen  of  Heaven 25 

Reg  ilia  cceii  latare. 

Let  the  deep  organ  swell  the  lay 192 

Hymn  to  St.  Cecilia. 
Let  us  with  hearts  renew'd .' 97 

Sacris  solemniisjuncta  sint  gaudia. 
^Light !  Light !  Infuiite  Light J70 

Domus  aurea. 
Light  of  the  Soul !  O  Saviour  blest 154 

Luz  alma  Jesu  mentium. 
^^Lo :  upon  the  Altar  lies 83 

Ecce  paiiis  angelorum. 

Lord  !  let  me  shun  whatever  things 156 

Ex  mure  docti  mystico. 

Lovely  flowers  of  maityrs,  hail 37 

Salveteflores  martyrum. 

Maker  of  Heaven,  eternal  light 27 

Creator  alma  siderum. 
Mild  and  serene,  ye  angels,  appear 187 

Hymn  to  St.  Vincent  of  Paul. 
Mother  of  Almighty  God 118 

Te  Mater  alma  J^uminis. 
Mother  of  Christ !  hear  thou  thy  people's  cry 24 

Alma  Redemptoris  Mater. 
<    Mother  of  mercy,  day  by  day 218 

To  our  Blessed  Lady. 
Mother  of  mercy,  hail,  O  gentle  Queen. . . ." 26 

Salve  Regina,  Mater  misericordim. 
Mother  of  om-  Lord  and  Saviour 100 

Te  Redemptoris  Dominique  nostri. 
■^   Mother  !  to  Thee  myself  I  yield 254 

Before  a  Picture  of  our  Blessed  Lady. 

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TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

PAGE 

r  My  God !  accept  my  heart  this  day 160 

Offering  (lor  Confirmation). 
»    My  God  and  my  all 151 

Deus  meus  et  omnia. 
*   My  God !  how  wonderful  Thou  art 234 

The  Eternal  Father. 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 63 

O  Deus,  ego  atno  Te. 
My  soul  longeth  for  Tliee 155 

Longing  for  Christ. 

Nigher  still,  and  still  more  nigh 148 

Dies  ircc.,  dies  ilia. 

'^No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky 210 

The  jMission  of  the  Holy  Ohost. 
Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  festival 67 

Ad  regias  agni  dapes. 

^^*Now  doth  the  fiery  sun  decline 78 

*''••*  Jam  sol  recedit  igneus. 

Now  doth  the  sun  ascend  the  sky 16 

Jam  lucis  orto  sidere. 

Now  let  the  earth  with  joy  resovmd 135 

*^         Exultet  orbis  gaudiis. 

Now  with  the  fast-departing  light 20 

Te  lucis  ante  terminuni. 

Now  with  the  rising  golden  dawn 17 

^         Lui,  ecce  surgit  aurea. 

O  blest  Creator  of  the  light  21 

jw  Ducis  Creator  optime. 

O  Captain  of  the  Martyr  Host 35 

>  "Sfc       O  qui  tuo  dux  viartyrum. 

O  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile 205 

Jesus  Crucified. 
O'erwhelm'd  in  depths  of  woe 45 

Scevo  dolorum  turbine. 
O  Faith  !  thou  workest  miracles 241 

Conversion. 

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TABLE  OF  FIKST  LINES. 

PAOE 

O  Godhead  hid,  devoutly  I  adore  Thee 145 

Aduro  Te  devote  latens  Dtilas. 
Oh  !  Blessed  Saint,  of  snow-white  pui-ity 103 

O  7ii7nis  feliz  meritique  cdsL 
Oh,  come,  all  ye  faithful 31 

Adeste  jideLes. 

Oh,  turn  those  blessed  points,  all  bathed 48 

Tinctum  ergo  Christi  sanguine. 
O  how  the  thought  of  God  attracts 231 

Perfection. 
O  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God 224 

The  Right  must  win. 
O  Jesu !  King  most  wonderful 41 

Jesii  rex  admirabilis. 
O  Jesu  !  life-spring  of  the  soul 99 

Te  splendor  et  virtus  Patris. 
O  Jesu  !  our  Redemption 147 

JesM,  nostra  Redemptio. 
O  Jesu  !  Thou  the  beauty  art 42 

Jesu  decus  angelicum, 
O  Lord !  another  day  is  flown 186 

Child''s  Prayer. 

O  mighty  Mother !  why  that  light 214 

The  descent  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 
O  piu-est  of  Creatui-es !  sweet  Mother !  sweet  Maid  127 
The  Immaculate  Conception. 

O  Queen  of  sorrows  !  raise  thine  eyes 238 

The  Apparition  of  Jesus  to  our  Blessed  Lady. 

O  saving  Victim !  opening  wide 140 

O  salutaris  Hostia. 
O  see  how  Jesus  trusts  himself 227 

True  Love. 

O  Sion !  open  wide  thy  gates 90 

Templi  sacratas  pande  Sion  fores. 

O  Thou  eternal  King  most  high 70 

Sterne  Rex  altissime. 


TABLE  OF  FIEST  LINES. 

PAGE 

O  Tliou  eternal  Source  of  love 87 

SumiiKE  Parens  dementioB. 
O  Tliou  eternal  Source  of  Love 182 

Sumnne  Parens  dementia. 
O  Thou,  of  all  ihy  warriors,  Lord 136 

Dcus  tuoram  mUitum. 
O  Thou  the  Heavens'  eternal  King 158 

Rex  sempiter  ne  coB/itum. 
O  Thou  true  life  of  all  that  hve 23 

Rerum  Dcus  tenax  vigor. 
O  turn  to  Jc>us,  Mother,  turn 193 

For  the  Souls  in  Purgatory. 
Our  Mmbs  with  tranquil  sleep  refresh'd 15 

Somno  refectis  artubus. 

O  what  could  my  Jesus  do  more 153 

Holy  Cummunion. 

O  ye  angelic  bands,  attend 190 

Hymn  to  St.  Stanislaus  Kotska. 

■'Rejoice,  O  ye  Spirits  and  Angels  on  high 107 

O  vos  cetherei  plaudite  cives. 
Rose  of  the  Cross,  thou  mystic  flower 164 

Rosa  mystica. 

Ruler  of  the  dread  immense 117 

Sterne  Rector  siderum. 

See  from  on  high,  array'd  in  truth  and  grace 43 

Jispice  ut  Verbum  Patris  a  supernis. 

See !  where  in  shame  the  God  of  glory  hangs 64 

Aspice  infami  Deus  ipse  ligno. 

Smg,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory 51 

Pange  lingua  gloriosi. 

Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory 112 

Pange  lingua  gloriosi. 

Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory 141 

Pange  lingua  gloriosi. 
Sing,  sing,  ye  angel  bands 219 

The  Assumption, 

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TABLE  OF  FIKST  LINES. 


PAGE 

Sins  ye  praises  to  the  Lord 185 

Praines  to  the  Lord. 

SioD,  lift  thy  voice  and  sing 80 

Lauda  iiion  Salvatorem, 

Sou  of  the  Highest,  deign  to  cast 159 

Siinimi  Parentis  Unice. 
Spotless  Anna !  Juda's  glory 105 

Ciarte  diet  gaudiis. 
Star  of  Jacob,  ever  beaming 119 

O  Stella  Jacob  fulgida. 
Stai-  of  the  Moniing,  Uke  an  eye 169 

Stella  Matutina. 

Sweet  Morn  !  thou  Parent  of  the  Sun Ill 

Jiurura  quce  Solem  parts. 

The  Confessor  of  Christ,  from  shore  to  shore 137 

Iste  Cuvfessor  Domini.,  colentes. 
Tlie  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky 65 

Aurura  cmnan purpurat. 
Tin-  life,  which  God's  Incarnate  Word 36 

Q«tf  dixit,  egit,  pertidit. 
The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  God 183 

Our  Great  Protector. 
The  Lord's  eternal  gifts 134 

JUterna  Christi  munera. 
The  youth  who  wealth  and  courts  despised 188 

Uijinn  to  St,  Aloysius  Gonzaga. 

These  praises  and  prayers 127 

r         Supplices  offerimus. 
This  day  the  wondrous  mystery 49 

j\Ji/sterium  mirabile. 
Thou  Crown  of  all  the  Virgin  choir 139 

Jesu  corona  Virginum. 
Thou  loving  Maker  of  mankind 47 

Audi  benigne  conditor. 

Thus  did  Christ  in  perfect  manhood 114 

^        Lustra  rex  qui  jam  peregit, 

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TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

PAGE 

To  all  who  would  holily  live 92 

".»  Qidcunque  sanus  vivcre. 

To  Christ  the  Prince  of  Peace 87 

Sumnii  Parentis  filio. 

Virgin  of  all  vii-gins  best 58 

Virgo  virginuiii  praclara. 

What  a  sea  of  tears  and  sorrow 115 

O  qiwt  undis  lachrymarum. 
What  happiness  can  equal  mine 153 

After  Communion. 
What  mortal  tongue  can  sing  thy  praise 97 

Quis  te  canat  mortalium. 
While  Thou,  O  my  God,  art  my  help  and  defender  151 

For  Communiun. 
Whilst  I  dwell,  O  my  God,  in  this  valley  of  tears. .   198 

For  a  happy  death. 

Whither  thus  in  holy  raptiu-e 104 

Quo  sanctus  ardor  te  rapit. 
Why  is  thy  face  so  lit  with  smiles 207 

The  Ascension. 
*■  With  grateful  hearts,  let's  all  combine 193 

Hymn  to  St.  Francis  Xavier. 

Ye  faithful,  approach  ye 33 

^  Adeste  fideles. 

Ye  sons  and  daughters  of  the  Lord 58 

Ojilii  et  filicB. 

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HYMiS'S,  ATvTTHEMS,  ETC. 


WEEK-DAYS,  SUNDAYS, 


AND    THE 


PKINCIPAL  HOLYDAYS  OF  THE  YEAR, 


AND  OTHER  OCCASIONS  OF 


CATHOLIC    DEVOTION 


THE 


CATHOLIC   HYMN   BOOK, 


FOR  WEEK-DAYS  AND  SUNDAYS,  WHEN  NOT  OTHER- 
WISE APPOINTED. 


MORNING  HYMNS. 

Somno  refectis  artuhus. 


UR  limbs  with  tranquil 

sleep  refresh'd, 

Lightly  from  bed  we 

spring ; 

Father  supreme  I  to  us 

be  nigh,  [we  sing. 

While  to  thy  praise 


Thy  love  be  first  in  every  heart, 
Thy  name  on  every  tongue ; 

Whatever  we  this  day  may  do, 
May  it  in  Thee  be  done. 
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HYMNS  FOR  WEEK-DAYS,  ETC. 


Soon  will  the  morning  star  arise, 
And  chase  the  dusk  away ; 

Whatever  guilt  has  come  with  night, 
May  it  depart  with  day. 

Cut  off  in  us,  Almighty  Lord, 
All  that  may  lead  to  shame; 

So  with  pure  hearts  may  we  in  bliss 
Thine  endless  praise  proclaim. 

Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 

Hear  us,  coequal  Son  ! 
Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 

While  ceaseless  ages  run. 


Jam  lucis  orto  sidere. 

Now  doth  the  sun  ascend  the  sky, 
And  wake  creation  with  its  ray ; 

Keep  us  from  sin,  O  Lord  most  high ! 
Through  all  the  actions  of  the  day. 

Curb  Thou  for  us  th'  unruly  tongue ; 

Teach  us  the  way  of  peace  to  prize ; 
And  close  our  eyes  against  the  throng 

Of  earth's  absorbing  vanities. 
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MOKNTNG   HYMNS. 


Oil,  may  our  hearts  be  pure  within ! 

No  cherish'd  madness  vex  the  soul ! 
May  abstinence  the  flesh  restram, 

And  its  rebellious  pride  control. 

So  when  the  evening  stars  appear, 
And  in  then-  train  the  darkness  bring, 

May  we,  O  Lord,  ^vith  conscience  clear, 
Our  praise  to  thy  pure  glory  sing. 

To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son ; 

The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
While  everlasting  ages  run. 

Lux  ecce  surgit  aurea. 

Now  with  the  rising  golden  dawn, 
Let  us,  the  children  of  the  day. 

Cast  off  the  darkness  which  so  long 
Has  led  our  guilty  souls  astray. 

Oh,  may  the  morn  so  pure,  so  clear, 
Its  own  sweet  calm  in  us  instil ; 

A  guileless  mind,  a  heart  sincere, 
Simplicity  of  word  and  will : 
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HYMNS  FOE  WEEK-DATS,  ETC. 


And  ever,  as  the  day  glides  by, 
May  we  the  busy  senses  rein ; 

Keep  guard  upon  the  hand  and  eye, 
Nor  let  the  body  suffer  stain. 

For  all  day  long,  on  Heaven's  high  tower. 
There  stands  a  Sentinel,  who  spies 

Our  every  action,  hour  by  hour. 
From  early  dawn  till  daylight  dies. 

To  God  the  Father  glory  be. 
And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son  ; 

The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
While  everlasting  ages  run. 


SUNDAY  MORNING. 
Ad  templa  nos  rursus  vocat. 
Again  the  Sunday  morn 
Calls  us  to  prayer  and  praise ; 
Waking  our  hearts  to  gratitude 
With  its  enlivening  rays. 

But  Christ  yet  brighter  shone, 
Quenching  the  morning  beam; 
When  triumphing  from  death  He  rose, 
And  raised  us  up  with  Him. 
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SUNDAY   MORNING. 


When  first  the  world  sprang  forth, 
In  majesty  array 'd, 
And  bathed  in  streams  of  purest  light ; 
What  power  was  there  display'd ! 

But  oh,  what  love ! — when  Christ, 
For  our  transgressions  slain, 
Was  by  th'  Eternal  Father  raised 
For  us  to  life  again. 

His  new-created  world 
The  mighty  Maker  view'd, 
With  thousand  lovely  tints  adorn'd ; 
And  straight  pronounced  it  good. 

But  oh !  much  more  He  joy'd 
That  self-same  world  to  see, 
Wash'd  in  the  Lamb's  all-saving  Blood, 
From  its  impurity. 

Nature  each  day  renews 
Her  beauty  evermore ; 
Whence  to  God's  hidden  Majesty, 
The  soul  is  taught  to  soar. 

But  Christ  the  Light  of  all, 
The  Father's  image  blest, 
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HYMNS  FOB  W]EEK-DAYS,  ETC. 


Gives  us  to  see  our  God  Himself 
In  Flesh  made  manifest. 
Blest  Trinity !  vouchsafe 
That  to  thy  guidance  true, 
What  Thou  forbiddest,  we  may  shun ; 
What  Thou  commandest,  do. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 

Te  tucis  ante  terminum. 
Now  with  the  fast-departing  light, 

Maker  of  all !  we  ask  of  Thee, 
Of  thy  great  mercy,  through  the  night, 

Our  guardian  and  defence  to  be. 

Far  off  let  idle  \^sion8  tly ; 

No  phantom  of  the  night  molest : 
Curb  Thou  our  raging  enemy, 

That  we  in  chaste  repose  may  rest. 

Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 

Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son  ! 
Who  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 

Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 

1  Te  lucis  ante  terminum, 
Rerum  Creator  poscimus ; 
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EVENING  HYIklNS. 


Ut  pro  tua  dementia, 
Sis  pr^esul  et  custodia. 

2  Procul  recedant  somnia, 
Et  noctium  phantasmata ; 
Hostemque  uostrum  comprime, 
N'e  polluantur  corpora. 

3  Preesta,  Pater  piisime, 
Patrique  compar  Unice, 
Cum  Spii-itu  Paraclito 
Regnans  per  omae  saeculum. 


Liicis  Creator  optime. 

1  O  BLEST  Creator  of  the  light ! 

Who  dost  the  dawn  from  darkness 
bring ; 
And  framing  Nature's  depth  and  height, 
Didst  with  the  new-born  light  begin ; 

2  Who  gently  blending  eve  with  morn, 

And  morn  with  eve,  didst  call  them 
day : — 
Thick  flows  the  flood  of  darkness  down ; 
Oh,  hear  us  as  we  weep  and  pray ! 
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HYMNS  FOE  WEEK-DATS,  ETC 


3  Keep  Thou  our  souls  from  schemes  of 

crime ; 
Nor  guilt  remorseful  let  them  know ; 
Nor,  thinking  but  on  things  of  time, 
Into  eternal  darkness  go. 

4  Teach  us  to  knock  at  Heaven's  high  door ; 

Teach  us  the  prize  of  life  to  win ; 
Teach  us  all  evil  to  abhor, 
And  purify  ourselves  within. 

5  Father  of  mercies!  hear  our  cry! 

Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son ! 
Who,  wdth  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 

1  Lucis  Creator  optime, 
Lueem  dierum  proferens, 
Primordiis  lucis  novse 
Mundi  parans  originem : 

2  Qui  mane  junctum  vesperi 
Diem  vocari  prsecipis ; 
niabitur  tetrimi  chaos, 
Audi  preces  cum  fletibus. 

3  Ne  mens  gravata  crimine, 
Vitse  sit  exul  munere, 

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EVENING   HYMNS. 


Dum  nil  perenne  cogitat, 
Seseque  culpis  illigat. 

4  Coeleste  pulset  ostium : 
Vitale  tollat  prsemium : 
Vitemus  omne  noxium  : 
Purgemus  omne  pessimum. 

5  Prsesta,  Pater  piissime, 
Patrique  compar  Unice, 
Cum  Spiritu  Paraclito 
Regnans  per  omne  saeculum. 

Rerum  Deus  tenax  vigor. 
O  Thou  true  life  of  all  that  live  I 

Who  dost,  unmoved,  all  motion  sway 
Who  dost  the  morn  and  evening  give, 

And  through  its  changes  guide  the  day 

Thy  light  upon  our  evening  pour, — 
So  may  our  souls  no  sunset  see; 

But  death  to  us  an  open  door 
To  an  eternal  morning  be. 

Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 

Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son ! 
Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 

Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 
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ANTIPHONS  OF  THE  B.  VIRGIN. 


ANTIPHOXS  OF  T^E  BLESSED  VIRGIN. 

FROM  THE    FIRST  SUNDAY  IN    ADVENT    TO    THE    FEAST 
OF  THE    PURIFICATION. 

Alma  Redemptoris  Mater. 
Mother  of  Christ !  hear  thou  thy  people's 

cry. 
Star  of  the  deep,  and  Portal  of  the  sky ! 
Mother  of  Him  who  thee  from  nothing 

made! 
Sinking  we  strive,  and  call  to  thee  for  aid : 
Oh,  by  that  joy  which  Gabriel  brought  to 

thee,  [see. 

Thou  Vu-gin  first  and  last,  let  us  thy  mercy 

Alma  Redemptoris  Mater,  quce  pervia  coeli, 
Porta  manes,  et  stella  maris,  succurre  cadenti. 
Surgere  qui  curat,  populo :  tu  quae  genuisti, 
Natm-a  mirante,  tuum  sanctum  Genitorem, 
Yirgo  prius  ac  posterius,  Gabrielis  ab  ore, 
Sumens  illud  Ave,  peccatorum  miserere. 

FROM    THE    PURIFICATION    OF    THE    BLESSED   VIRGIN 
TO    PALM    SUNDAY. 

Ave  Regina  ccelorum. 
Hail,  O  Queen  of  Heaven  enthroned ! 
Hail,  by  angels   Mistress  own'd  I 
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ANTIPH02sS  OF  THE  B.  VIEGIN. 


Root  of  Jesse  I  Gate  of  morn ! 
Whence  the  world's  true  Light  was  born : 
Glorious  Virgin,  joy  to  thee, 
Loveliest  whom  in  Heaven  they  see : 
Fairest  thou  where  all  are  ftiir ! 
Plead  with  Christ  our  sins  to  spare. 

Ave  Regina  ccelorum, 
Ave  Domina  Angel  crura 
Salve  radix,  salve  porta, 
Ex  qua  mundo  lux  est  orta. 
Gaude  virgo  gloriosa, 
Super  omnes  speciosa : 
Vale  0  valde  decora, 
Et  pro  nobis  Christum  exora, 

FROM  EASTER  SUNDAY  TO  WHITSUNDAY. 

Regina  cceli  Icetare. 
Joy  to  thee,  O  Queen  of  Heaven !  Alleluia. 
He  whom  thou  wast  meet  to  bear;  Al- 
leluia. 
As  He  promised,  hath  arisen ;  Alleluia. 
Pour  for  us  to  Him  thy  prayer ;  Alleluia. 

Regina  coeli  laetare,  Alleluia. 
Quia  quem  meruisti  portare,  Alleluia. 
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ANTIPHONS  OF  THE  B.  VTRGIN". 


Resurrexit  sicut  dixit,  Alleluia. 
Ora  pro  nobis  Deum,  Alleluia. 


FROM  TRINITY  SUNDAY  TO    THE    LAST    SUNDAY   AFTKR 
PENTECOST. 

Salve  Regina,  Mater  miser icor dice. 

Mother  of  mercy,  hail,  O  gentle  Queen ! 
Our  life,  our  sweetness,  and  our  hope,  all 
hail ! 

Children  of  Eve, 
To  thee  we  cry  from  our  sad  banishment ; 

To  thee  we  send  our  sighs. 
Weeping  and  mourning  in  this  tearful  vale. 

Come,  then,  our  Advocate ; 
Oh,  turn  on  us  those  pitying  eyes  of  thine : 

And,  our  long  exile  past, 
Show  us  at  last 
Jesus,  of  thy  pure  womb  the  fruit  divine. 

O  Virgin  Mary,  Mother  blest ! 

O  sweetest,  gentlest,  holiest ! 

Salve  regina,  mater  misericordise,  vita,  dul- 
cedo,  et  spes  nostra,  salve. 

Ad  te  clamamus  exules  filii  Hevee. 
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SUNDAYS,  ETC.,  IN  ADVENT. 


Ad  te  suspiramus  gementes  et  flentes  in  hac 
lacrymarum  valle. 

Eja  ergo  advocata  nostra,  illos  tuos  miseri- 
cordes  oculos  ad  nos  converte. 

Et  Jesum,  benedictum  fructum  ventris  tui, 
nobis  post  hoc  exilium  ostende. 

O  Clemens,  O  pia,  0  dulcis  Virgo  Maria. 


SUNDAYS  AND  WEEK-DAYS  IN  ADVENT. 

Creator  alme  siderum. 

Maker  of  Heaven,  eternal  light 
Of  all  who  in  thy  name  believe ! 

Jesu  !  Redeemer  of  mankind ! 

An  ear  to  thy  poor  suppliants  give. 

When  man  was  sunk  in  sin  and  death, 
Lost  in  the  depth  of  Satan's  snare, 

Love  brought  Thee  down  to  cure  our  ills, 
By  taking  of  those  ills  a  share. 

Thou,  for  the  sake  of  guilty  men. 

Causing  thine  own  pure  blood  to  flow, 

Didst  issue  from  thy  Virgin  shrine, 
And  to  the  Cross  a  Victim  go. 

7  21 


SUNDAYS, 

So  great  the  glory  of  thy  might, 

If  we  but  chance  thy  name  to  sound, 

At  once  all  Heaven  and  Hell  unite 
In  bending  low  with  awe  profound. 

Great  Judge  of  all !  in  that  last  day, 
When  friends  shall  fail,  and  foes  combine, 

Be  present  then  with  us,  we  pray. 
To  guard  us  with  thy  arm  divine. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
All  praise  and  power  and  glory  be 

With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter ! 
Henceforth  through  all  eternity. 

[Within  the  Octave  of  the  Feast  of  the  Conception.] 

O  Jesu !  born  of  Virgin  bright. 

Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee ; 
Praise  to  the  Father  infinite. 

And  Holy  Ghost  eternally. 

En  clara  vox  redarguit. 
Hark  !  an  awful  voice  is  sounding ; 

"  Christ  is  nigh !"  it  seems  to  say ; 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 

O  ye  children  of  the  day  !" 


IN  ADVENT. 


Startled  at  the  solemn  warning, 
Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise ; 

Christ  her  Sun,  all  sloth  dispelling, 
Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

Lo  I  the  Lamb  so  long  expected, 

Comes  with  pardon  down  from  Heaven; 

Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all  to  be  forgiven. 

So,  when  next  He  comes  with  glory, 
Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear, 

May  He  then  as  our  Defender 
On  the  clouds  of  Heaven  appear. 

Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 

While  eternal  ages  run. 
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HYMNS  FOR  HOLYDAYS,  ETC. 


H  T  M  X  S 

FOR  THE  PRINCIPAL  HOLYDAYS  AND  SAINTs'  DATS. 


CHRISTMAS-DAT. 

Jesu  Redemptor  omnium. 

Jesu,  Redeemer  of  the  world, 

Who,  ere  the  earliest  dawn  of  light, 

Wast  from  eternal  ages  born, 
Immense  in  glory  as  in  might ; 

Immortal  Hope  of  all  mankind ! 

In  whom  the  Father's  face  we  see ; 
Hear  Thou  the  prayers  thy  people  pour 

This  day  throughout  the  world  to  Thee. 

Remember,  O  Creator  Lord ! 

That  in  the  Virgin's  sacred  womb 
Thou  wast  conceived,  and  of  her  flesh 

Didst  our  mortality  assume. 

This  ever-blest  recurring  day 
Its  witness  bears,  that  all  alone, 

From  thy  own  Father's  bosom  forth, 
To  save  the  world  Thou  earnest  down. 
80 


CHEISTAIAS-DAT. 


O  Day!  to  which  the  seas  and  sky, 
And  earth  and  Heaven  glad  welcome 
sing ; 

O  Day !  which  heal'd  our  misery, 

And  brought  on  earth  salvation's  King. 

We  too,  O  Lord,  who  have  been  cleansed 
In  thy  own  fount  of  blood  divine, 

Offer  the  tribute  of  sweet  song, 
On  this  blest  natal  day  of  thine. 

O  Jesu !  born  of  Virgin  bright, 

Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee 
Praise  to  the  Father  infinite. 

And  Holy  Ghost  eternally. 


1  Oh,  come !  all  ye  faithful ! 

Triumphantly  sing! 

Come,  see  in  the  Manger 

The  Angels'  dread  King  1 
To  Bethlehem  hasten ! 
With  joyful  accord ; 
Oh,  hasten !  oh,  hasten ! 
To  worship  the  Lord. 
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HYMNS  FOR  HOLYDAYS,  ETC. 


2  True  Son  of  the  Father ! 

He  comes  from  the  skies ; 
The  womb  of  the  Virgin 

He  doth  not  despise ; 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  &lc.,  as  above. 

3  Hark !  to  the  Angels ! 

All  singing  in  Heaven, 
"  To  God  in  the  highest 

All  glory  be  given." 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  &c. 

4  To  Thee,  then,  O  Jesu  ! 

This  day  of  thy  birth 
Be  glory  and  honor 

Through  Heaven  and  earth ; 
True  Godhead  Incarnate! 

Omnipotent  Word ! 
Oh,  hasten  !  oh,  hasten ! 

To  worship  the  Lord. 

1  Adeste,  ndeles, 
Lseti  triumphantes ; 
Venite,  veuite  in  Bethlehem ; 
Natum  videte 
Regem  angelorum : 
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CHEISTMAS-DAT. 


Venite  adoremus, 

Venite  adoremus, 

Venite  adoremus  Dominum. 

2  Deum  de  Deo, 
Lumen  de  Lumme, 

Gestant  puellse  viscera  : 

Deum  verum, 

Genitum,  non  factum : 
Venite  adoremus,  &c. 

3  Cantet  nunc  lo 
Chorus  Angelorum ; 

Cantet  nunc  aula  coelestium, 
Gloria  in  excelsis  Deo : 
Venite  adoremus,  &c. 

4  Ergo  qui  natus 
Die  hodierna, 

Jesu,  tibi  sit  gloria : 

Patris  eeterni 

Verbum  caro  factum : 
Venite  adoremus,  <fec. 

[For  singing.] 

1  Ye  faithful,  approach  ye, 
Joyfully  triumphing  ■ 
3  33 


HYMNS  FOR  HOLYDAYS,  ETC. 


Oh,  come  ye,  oh,  come  ye,  to  Bethlehem ; 

Come,  and  behold  ye 

Born  the  King  of  angels : 

Oh,  come,  let  us  worship, 

Oh,  come,  let  us  worship, 
Oh,  come,  let  us  worship  Christ  the  Lord. 

2  True  God  of  God, 
True  Light  of  Light, 

Lo,  He  disdains  not  the  Virgm's  womb  ; 

Very  God, 

Begotten,  not  created : 
Oh,  come,  let  us  worship,  &c. 

3  Sing  Halleluiah, 

Let  the  courts  of  Heaven 
Ring  with  the  Angel-chorus, — 

Praise  the  Lord, 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest : 
Oh,  come,  let  us  worship,  &c. 

4  Yea,  Lord,  we  greet  Thee, 
Born  this  happy  morning; 

Jesu,  to  Thee  be  glory  given : 

Word  of  the  Father 

In  our  flesh  appearing : 
Oh,  come,  let  us  worship,  «Sz^c. 
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ST.  STEPHEN  THE  PROTOMARTYE. 


FEAST  OF  ST.  STEPHEN  THE  PROTOMARTYR. 
December  26. 
0  qui  tuo  dux  Martyrum. 
O  Captain  of  the  Martyr  Host ! 

O  peerless  in  renown ! 
Not  from  the  fading  flowers  of  earth 
Weave  we  for  thee  a  crown. 

The  stones  that  smote  thee,  m  thy  blood 

Made  glorious  and  divine, 
All  in  a  halo  heavenly  bright 

About  thy  temples  shine. 

The  scars  upon  thy  sacred  brow 
Throw  beams  of  glory  round ; 

The  splendors  of  thy  bruised  face 
The  very  sun  confound. 

Oh,  earliest  Victim  sacrificed  \ 

To  thy  dear  Victim  Lord ! 
Oh,  earliest  mtness  to  the  Faith 

Of  thy  Incarnate  God ! 

Thou  to  the  heavenly  Canaan  first 
Through  the  Red  Sea  didst  go, 

And  to  the  Martyrs'  countless  host, 
Their  path  of  glory  show. 
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HYMNS  FOR  HOLTDATS,  ETC, 


Erewhile  a  servant  of  the  poor, — 
Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  Feast, 

In  blood-empurpled  robe  array'd, 
A  welcome  nuptial  guest ! 

To  Jesus,  born  of  Virgin  bright, 
Praise  \\'ith  the  Father  be  ; 

Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 
Through  all  eternity. 


FEAST  OF  ST.  JOHN. 

December  27. 

Quce  dixit,  egit,  pertulit. 

The  life  which  God's  Incarnate  Word 

Lived  here  below  with  men, 
Three  blest  Evangelists  record. 
With  Heaven-inspired  pen. 

John  penetrates  on  eagle  wing 

The  Father's  dread  abode  ; 
And  shows  the  mystery  wherein 

The  Word  subsists  with  God. 

Pure  Saint !  upon  his  Saviour's  breast 

Invited  to  recline, 
'Twas  thence  he  drew,  in  moments  blest, 

His  knowledge  all  divine : 
36 


HOLT   INNOCENTS. 


There,  too,  with  that  angelic  love 

Did  he  his  bosom  fill, 
Which,  once  enkindled  from  above, 

Breathes  in  his  pages  still. 

Oh,  dear  to  Christ ! — to  thee  upon 

His  Cross,  of  all  bereft. 
Thou  virgin  soul !  the  Virgin  Son 

His  Virgin  Mother  left. 

To  Jesus,  born  of  Virgin  bright. 
Praise  with  the  Father  be ; 

Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 
Through  all  eternity. 


HOLY  INNOCENTS. 
December  28. 
Salvete  Jlores  martyrum. 
Lovely  flowers  of  martyrs,  hail ! 

Smitten  by  the  tyrant  foe — 
On  life's  threshold, — as  the  gale 
Strews  the  roses  ere  they  blov/. 

First  to  die  for  Christ,  sweet  lambs ! 

At  the  very  altar  ye. 
With  your  fatal  crowns  and  palms, 

Sport  in  your  simplicity. 


Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 
Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son ! 

With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 


FEAST  OF  THE  CIRCUMCISION. 
January  1. 
A  solis  ortus  cardine. 
From  the  far  blazing  gate  of  morn 

To  earth's  remotest  shore, 
Let  every  tongue  confess  to  Him 

Whom  holy  Mary  bore. 
Lo  !  the  great  Maker  of  the  world, 

Lord  of  eternal  years, 
To  save  his  creatures,  veil'd  beneath 

A  creature's  form  appears. 
A  spotless  maiden's  virgin  breast 

With  heavenly  grace  he  fills ; 
In  her  pure  womb  He  is  conceived, 

And  there  in  secret  dwells. 

That  bosom.  Chastity's  sweet  home, 

Becomes,  oh,  blest  reward  I 
The  shrine  of  Heaven's  immortal  King, 

The  temple  of  the  Lord. 
38 


EPIPHANY 


And  Mary  bears  the  babe,  foretold 

By  an  archangel's  voice ; 
Whose  presence  made  the  Baptist  leap, 

And  in  the  womb  rejoice. 

A  manger  scantly  strewn  with  hay 
Becomes  th'  Eternal's  bed ; 

And  He,  who  feeds  each  smallest  bird, 
Himself  with  milk  is  fed. 

Straightway  with  joy  the  Heavens  are 

The  hosts  angelic  sing ;  [fUl'd, 

And  shepherds  hasten  to  adore 

Their  Shepherd  and  their  King. 
Praise  to  the  Father !  praise  to  Thee, 

Thou  Virgin's  holy  Son  !    •  • 
Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 

While  endless  aofes  run. 


EPIPHANY. 
January  6. 
0  sola  magnarum  urbium. 
Bethlehem  !  of  noblest  cities 

None  can  once  with  thee  compare ; 
Thou  alone  the  Lord  from  Heaven 
Didst  for  us  Incarnate  bear. 


FEAST  OF  MOST  HOLY  NAME  OF  JESUS. 


Fairer  than  the  sun  at  morning 
Was  the  star  that  told  his  birth ; 

To  the  lands  their  God  announcing, 
Hid  beneath  a  form  of  earth. 

By  its  lambent  beauty  guided, 
See,  the  Eastern  kings  appear; 

See  them  bend,  their  gifts  to  ofier, 
Gifts  of  incense,  gold,  and  myrrh. 

Oflferings  of  mystic  meaning ! — 
Incense  doth  the  God  disclose ; 

Gold  a  royal  child  proclaimeth ; 
Myrrh  a  future  tomb  foreshows. 

H^y  Jesu  !  in  thy  brightness 
To  the  Gentile  world  display'd ! 

With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
Endless  praise  to  Thee  be  paid. 

FEAST  OF  THE  MOST  HOLT  NAME  OF  JESUS. 

SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER    EPIPHANY. 

JesM  dulcis  memoria. 
Jesu  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 

With  sweetness  fills  my  breast, 
But  sweeter  far  thy  fiice  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 
40 


FEAST  OF  MOST  HOLT  NAME  OF  JESUS. 


Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 

O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 

O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek. 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art, 

How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  ah !  this 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 

The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

Jesu  !  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 
As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 

Jesu !  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 

[Jesu  Rex  admirabilis.] 

O  Jesu  !  King  most  wonderful ! 

Thou  Conqueror  renown'd  I 
Thou  Sweetness  most  ineffable  ! 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found ! 

When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart. 
Then  truth  begins  to  shine ; 
41 


FEAST  OF  MOST  HOLY  NAME  OF  JESUS. 


Then  earthly  vanities  depart ; 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

O  Jesu !  Light  of  all  below ! 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire ! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 

All  that  we  can  desire  : 

May  every  heart  confess  thy  name, 

And  ever  Thee  adore ; 
And  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 

To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bless ; 

Thee  may  we  love  alone ; 
And  ever  in  our  lives  express 

The  image  of  thine  own. 

[Jesu  decus  angelicum.] 

O  Jesu  !  Thou  the  beauty  art 

Of  angel  worlds  above ; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 

Enchanting  it  with  love. 

Celestial  sweetness  unalloy'd ! 

Who  eat  Thee  hunger  still ; 
Who  drink  of  Thee  still  feel  a  void, 

Which  naught  but  Thou  can  fill. 
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FRIDAY  AT  rEE  SEPTUAGESIMA  SUNDAY. 


O  my  s\v  el  Jesu  !  hear  the  sighs 

Whicl.  unto  Thee  I  send; 
To  Thee  iiiine  inmost  spirit  cries, 

My  bcing-'s  hope  and  end ! 

Stay  wi  ..  us,  Lord,  and  with  thy  light 

Illume  ilie  soul's  abyss; 
Scatter  i   e  darkness  of  our  night, 

And  hi    I  he  world  with  bliss. 

OJesu!    potless  Virgin  flower! 

Our  love  and  joy!  to  Thee 
Be  praise,  beatitude,  and  power, 

Through  all  eternity. 


FRIDAY  AF.ER  SEPTUAGESIMA  SUNDAY. 

PRAYER  OF  OUR  LORD  JESUS  CHRIST  ON  MOtTNT 
OLIVET. 

Aspice  Ht  Verhum  Patris  a  supei-nis. 
See  from  o  i  high,  array'd  in  truth  and  grace, 

The  r.   her's  Word  descend! 
Burning  to  'leal  the  wounds  of  Adam's  race, 

And  our  long  evils  end! 

Pitying  the  miseries  which  with  the  Fall 
In  Paradise  began, 
43 


FRIDAY  AFTEE  SEPTUAGESIMA  SUNDAY 


Prostrate  upon  the  earth,  the  Lord  of  all 
Entreats  for  ruin'd  man. 

Oh,  bitter  then  was  our  Redeemer's  lot, 
While  whelm'd  in  griefs  unknown : 

"  Father,"  He  cries,  "  remove  this  cup ;  yet 
not 
My  will,  but  thine  be  done  :" 

While,  a  dread  anguish  pressing  down  his 
heart, 
He  faints  upon  the  ground ; 
And  from  each  bursting  pore  the  blood- 
drops  start. 
Moistening  the  earth  around. 

But  quickly,  from  high  Heaven,  an  angel 
came, 

To  soothe  the  Saviour's  woes ; 
And,  strength  returning  to  his  languid  frame, 

Up  from  the  earth  He  rose. 

Praise  to  the  Father;  praise,  O  Son!  to 
To  whom  a  name  is  given  [Thee, 

Above  all  names ;  praise  to  the  Spuit  be, 
From  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 
44 


FRIDAY  AFTER  SEXAGESIMA. 


FRIDAY  AFTER  SEXAGESIMA. 

THE    PASSION    OF    OUR    LORD   JESUS    CHRIST. 

Scevo  dolorum  turbine. 
O'erwhelm'd  in  depths  of  woe, 

Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 

With  racking  anguish  torn. 

See !  how  the  nails  those  hands 

And  feet  so  tender  rend ; 
See !  down  his  face,  and  neck,  and  breast, 

His  sacred  blood  descend. 

Hark  !  with  what  awful  cry 

His  Spiiit  takes  its  flight ; 
That  cry,  it  pierced  his  Mother's  heart, 

And  whelm'd  her  soul  m  night. 

Earth  hears,  and  to  its  base 

Rocks  wildly  to  and  fro ;  [quake ; 

Tombs  burst;    seas,   rivers,  mountains 

The  veil  is  rent  in  two. 

The  sun  vnthdraws  his  light ; 

The  midday  heavens  grow  pale ; 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe, 

Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 
45 


FRIDAT  AFTER  QTTINQTJAGESIMA. 


Shall  man  alone  be  mute  1 

Come,  youth !  and  hoary  hairs ! 

Come,  ricli  and  poor !  come,  all  mankind ! 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 

Come !  fall  before  His  Cross, 

Who  shed  for  us  his  blood ! 
Who  died  the  victim  of  pure  love, 

To  make  us  sons  of  God. 

Jesu !  all  praise  to  Thee, 

Our  joy  and  endless  rest ! 
Be  Thou  our  guide  while  pilgrims  here, 

Our  crown  amid  the  blest. 


FRIDAY  AFTER  QUINQUAGFSIMA. 

THE  MOST  HOLY  CROWN  OF  THORNS. 

Exite  Sionfilice. 
Daughters  of  Sion !  royal  maids ! 

Come  forth  to  see  the  crown, 
Which  Sion's  self,  with  cruel  hands, 

Hath  woven  for  her  Son. 

See !  how  amid  his  gory  locks 
The  jagged  thorns  appear ; 

See  !  how  his  pallid  countenance 
Foretells  that  death  is  near. 
46 


SUNDAYS  Amy  WEEK-DATS  IN  LENT. 


Oh,  savage  was  the  earth  that  bore 
Those  thorns  so  sharp  and  long ! 

Savage  the  hand  that  gather'd  them 
To  work  this  deadly  wrong  ! 

But  now  that  Christ's  immortal  Blood 
Hath  tinged  them  with  its  dye, 

Fairer  than  roses  they  appear, 
Or  palms  of  \dctory. 

Jesu !  the  thorns  which  pierced  thy  brow 
Sprang  from  the  seed  of  sin ; 

Pluck  ours,  we  pray  Thee,  from  our  hearts, 
And  plant  thine  own  therein. 

Praise,  honor,  to  the  Father  be, 

Praise  to  his  only  Son ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 

While  endless  ages  run. 


SUNDAYS  AND  WEEK-DATS  IN  LENT. 

Aicdi  henigne  Conditor. 
Thou  loving  Maker  of  mankind, 

Before  thy  throne  we  pray  and  weep ; 
Oh,  strengthen  us  with  grace  divine, 
Duly  this  sacred  Lent  to  keep. 
47 


FRIDAY  AFTER  FIRST  SUISTDAY  IN  LENT. 


Searcher  of  hearts !  Thou  dost  our  ills 
Discern,  and  all  our  weakness  know ; 

Again  to  Thee  with  tears  we  turn ; 
Again  to  us  thy  mercy  show. 

Much  have  we  sinn'd ;  but  we  confess 
Our  guilt,  and  all  our  faults  deplore : 

Oh,  for  the  praise  of  thy  great  Name, 
Our  fainting  souls  to  health  restore  I 

And  grant  us,  while  by  fasts  we  strive 
This  mortal  body  to  control. 

To  fast  from  all  the  food  of  sin, 
And  so  to  purify  the  soul. 

Hear  us,  O  Trinity  thrice  blest ! 

Sole  Unity !  to  Thee  we  cry  : 
Vouchsafe  us  from  these  fasts  below 

To  reap  immortal  fruit  on  high. 

FRIDAY  AFTER  THE  FIRST  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 

THE  SPEAR  AND  NAILS. 

TiTictam  ergo  Christi  sanguine. 
Oh,  turn  those  blessed  points,  all  bathed 

In  Jesu's  blood,  on  me  ; 
Mine  were  the  sins  that  vn*ought  his  death, 
Mine  be  the  penalty. 
48 


FKIDAY  AFTER  2d  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 


Pierce  through  my  feet,  my  hands,  my 
So  may  some  drop  distil  [heart ; 

Of  Blood  divine,  into  my  soul. 
And  all  its  evils  heal. 

So  shall  my  feet  be  slow  to  sin. 

Harmless  my  hands  shall  be ; 
So  from  my  wounded  heart  shall  each 

Forbidden  passion  flee. 
Thee,  Jesu,  pierced  with  Nails  and  Spear. 

Let  every  knee  adore  ; 
With  Thee,  O  Father,  and  with  Thee, 

O  Spirit,  evermore. 


FRIDAY  AFTER  THE  SECOND  SUNDAY  IN 
LENT. 

THE    MOST    HOLY    WINDING-SHEET. 

Mysterium  mirabile. 

This  day  the  wondrous  mystery 

Is  set  before  our  eyes, 
Of  Jesus  stretch'd  upon  the  Cross 

In  d}dng  agonies. 

Oh,  deed  of  love  !  the  Prince  becomes 
A  Victim  for  his  slave  ; 
4  49 


FEIDAT  AFTER  2d  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 


The  sinner  an  acquittal  finds, 
The  innocent  a  grave. 

Whereof,  in  many  a  gory  stain, 

The  traces  still  are  found 
On  yonder  Winding-Sheet,  which  wrapp'd 

The  sacred  body  round. 

Hail,  trophies  of  our  valiant  Chief! 

Hail,  proofs  of  triumph  won 
Over  the  World,  and  Hell,  and  Death, 

By  God's  eternal  Son ! 

Be  these  the  colors  under  which 
From  this  time  forth  we  fight, 

Against  the  depths  of  Satan's  guile, 
And  all  the  powers  of  night. 

So,  dead  to  our  old  life,  may  we 

A  better  life  begin ; 
And  through  the  Cross  of  Christ  at  length 

His  Heavenly  Crown  attain. 

Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 

Hear  us,  coequal  Son  ! 
Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 

While  ceaseless  ages  run. 
50 


FRIDAY  AFTER  3d  SUNDAY  IX  LENT. 


FRIDAY  AFTER  THE    THIRD    SUNDAY    IN 
LENT. 

THE    MOST    HOLY    FIVE    WOUNDS. 

Pange  lingua  gloriosi. 
Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory : 

Tell  his  triumph  far  and  wide ; 
Tell  aloud  the  famous  story 

Of  his  Body  crucified ; 
How  upon  the  Cross  a  Victim, 

Vanquishing  in  death.  He  died. 

Lo,  with  gall  his  thirst  He  quenches ! 

See  the  thorns  upon  his  brow ! 
Nails  his  tender  flesh  are  rending ! 

See,  his  side  is  open'd  now  ! 
Whence,  to  cleanse  the  whole  creation. 

Streams  of  blood  and  water  flow. 

Blessing,  honor  everlasting, 

To  th'  immortal  Deity ; 
To  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Equal  praises  ever  be  : 
Glory  through  the  earth  and  Heaven 

To  Trinity  in  Unity. 
51 


FRIDAY  AFTER  4th  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 


FRIDAY  AFTER  THE  FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN 
LENT. 

THE  MOST  PRECIOUS  BLOOD. 

Salvete  Christi  vulnera. 

Hail,  wounds  !  which  through  eternal  years 
The  love  of  Jesus  show  ;  [rills 

Hail,  wounds!  from  whence  enerimson'd 
Of  blood  forever  flow. 

More  precious  than  the  gems  of  Ind, 

Than  all  the  stars  more  fair ; 
Nor  honeycomb,  nor  fragrant  rose, 

Can  once  with  you  compare. 

Through  you  is  opened  to  our  souls 

A  refuge  safe  and  calm, 
Whither  no  raging  enemy 

Can  reach  to  work  us  harm. 

What  countless  stripes  did  Christ  receive 

Naked  in  Pilate's  hall ! 
From  his  torn  flesh  what  streams  of  blood 

Did  all  around  him  fall ! 

How  doth  th'  ensanguined  thorny  crown 
That  beauteous  brow  tninspierce  I 


FEIDAY  AFTER  4tb  SUIsT)AY  IN  LENT. 


How  doth  the  nails  those  hands  and  feet 
Contract  with  tortures  fierce ! 

He  bows  his  head,  and  fortli  at  last 

His  loving  spirit  soars ; 
Yet  even  after  death  his  heart 

For  us  its  tribute  pours. 

Beneath  the  wine-press  of  God's  wrath 

His  Blood  for  us  He  drains  ; 
Till  for  Himself,  O  wondrous  love ! 

No  single  drop  remains. 

Oh,  come  all  ye  in  whom  are  fix'd 

The  deadly  stains  of  sin  ! 
Come  !  wash  in  this  all-saving  Blood, 

And  ye  shall  be  made  clean. 

Praise  Him,  who  with  the  Father  sits 

Enthroned  upon  the  skies  ; 
Whose  Blood  redeems  our  souls  from  guilt, 

Whose  Spmt  sanctifies. 

Viva,  viva,  Gesii* 
Hail,  Jesus,  hail !  who  for  my  sake 
Sweet  Blood  from  Mary's  veins  didst  take, 

*  From  the  "  Raccolta  delle  Indulgenze,"  &c. 
53 


FEIDAY  AFTEE  4th  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 


And  shed  it  all  for  me ; 
Oh,  blessed  be  my  SaN-iour's  Blood, 
My  life,  my  light,  my  only  good. 

To  all  eternity. 

To  endless  ages  let  us  praise 

The  precious  Blood  whose  price  could  raise 

The  world  from  wrath  and  sin ; 
Whose  streams  our  inward  thirst  appease, 
And  heal  the  sinner's  worst  disease. 

If  he  but  bathe  therein. 

O  sweetest  Blood !  that  can  implore 
Pardon  of  God,  and  heaven  restore, 

The  heaven  that  sin  had  lost ; 
While  Abel's  blood  for  vengeance  pleads, 
What  Jesus  shed  still  intercedes 

For  those  who  wrong  Him  most. 

Oh,  to  be  sprinkled  from  the  wells 
Of  Christ's  own  sacred  Blood,  excels 

Earth's  best  and  highest  bliss : 
The  ministers  of  wrath  divine 
Hurt  not  the  happy  hearts  that  shine 

With  those  red  drops  of  his ! 
54 


PASSION-SUNDAY, 


Ah  !  there  is  joy  amid  the  Saints, 
And  hell's  despairing  courage  taints 

When  this  sweet  song  we  raise : 
Oh,  louder  then,  and  louder  still. 
Earth  with  one  mighty  chorus  fill. 

The  precious  Blood  to  praise! 


PASSION-SUNDAY. 
Vexilla  Regis  prodeunt. 
Forth  comes  the  Standard  of  the  King : 

All  hail,  thou  Mystery  adored ! 
Hail,  Cross !  on  which  the  Life  Himself 
Died,  and  by  death  our  life  restored : 

On  which  our  Saviour's  holy  side, 
Rent  open  with  a  cruel  spear. 

Of  blood  and  water  pour'd  a  stream, 
To  w^ash  us  from  defilement  clear. 

O  sacred  Wood !  in  thee  fulfill'd 
Was  holy  David's  truthful  lay  ; 

Which  told  the  world  that  from  a  Tree 
The  Lord  should  all  the  nations  sway. 

Most  royally  empurpled  o'er, 

How  beauteously  thy  stem  doth  shine ! 
55 


FUroAY  AFTER  PASSION-SUNDAY. 


How  glorious  was  its  lot  to  touch 
Those  limbs  so  holy  and  divine ! 

Thrice  blest,  upon  whose  arms  outstretch'd 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  reclined ; 

Balance  sublime !  upon  whose  beam 
Was  weigh'd  the  ransom  of  mankind. 

Hail,  Cross  I  thou  only  hope  of  man, 
Hail  on  this  holy  Passion-day  ! 

To  saints  increase  the  grace  they  have; 
From  sinners  purge  their  guilt  away. 

Salvation's  spring,  blest  Trinity, 

Be  praise  to  Thee   through   earth   and 
skies : 
Thou  through  the  Cross  the  victory 

Dost  give ;  oh,  also  give  the  prize ! 


THE    COMPASSIOX    OF    THE     BLESSED 
VIRGIN  MARY. 

FRIDAY  AFTER  PASSION-SUNDAY. 

Stahat  Mater  dolorosa. 
1  At  the  Cross  her  station  keeping, 
Stood  the  mournful  Mother  weeping, 
56 


FRroAT  AFTER  PASSION-SUNDAY. 


Close  to  Jesus  to  the  last : 
Through  her  heart,  his  sorrow  sharing, 
All  his  bitter  anguish  bearing, 

Now  at  length  the  sword  had  pass'd. 

2  Oh,  how  sad  and  sore  distress'd 
Was  that  Mother  highly  blest 

Of  the  sole-begotten  One  ! 
Christ  above  in  torment  hangs  : 
She  beneath  beholds  the  pangs 

Of  her  dying  glorious  Son. 

3  Is  there  one  who  would  not  weep, 
Whelm'd  in  miseries  so  deep 

Christ's  dear  Mother  to  behold! 
Can  the  human  heart  refrain 
From  partaking  in  her  pain. 

In  that  Mother's  pain  untold  ? 

4  Bruised,  derided,  cursed,  defiled, 
She  beheld  her  tender  Child 

All  with  bloody  scourges  rent; 
For  the  sins  of  his  own  nation. 
Saw  Him  hang  in  desolation, 

Till  his  Spirit  forth  He  sent. 
57 


FRIDAY  AFTER  PASSION-SUNDAY. 


5  O  thou  Mother !  fount  of  love ! 
Touch  my  spirit  from  above, 

Make  my  heart  with  thine  accord ; 
Make  me  feel  as  thou  hast  felt ; 
Make  my  soul  to  glow  and  melt 

With  the  love  of  Christ  my  Lord. 

[Sancta  Mater,  istud  agas.] 

6  Holt  Mother !  pierce  me  through ; 
In  my  heart  each  wound  renew 

Of  my  Saviour  crucified  : 
Let  me  share  with  thee  his  pain 
Who  for  all  my  sins  w^as  slain, 

Who  for  me  in  torments  died. 

7  Let  me  mingle  tears  with  thee, 
Mourning  Him  who  mourn'd  for  me, 

All  the  days  that  I  may  live  : 
By  the  Cross  with  tliee  to  stay  ; 
There  with  thee  to  weep  and  pray ; 

Is  all  I  ask  of  thee  to  give. 

[Virgo  virginum  prseclara.] 

8  Virgin  of  all  virgins  best ! 
Listen  to  my  fond  request : 

58 


FRIDAY  AFTER  PASSION-SUNDAY. 


Let  me  share  thy  grief  divine; 
Let  me,  to  my  latest  breath, 
In  my  body  bear  the  death 

Of  that  dying  Son  of  thine. 

9  Wounded  with  his  every  wound. 
Steep  my  soul  till  it  hath  swoon'd 

In  his  very  blood  away ; 
Be  to  me,  O  Virgin,  nigh, 
Lest  in  flames  I  burn  and  die. 
In  his  awful  Judgment  day. 

10  Christ,  when  Thou  shalt.call  me  lience, 
Be  thy  Mother  my  defence, 

Be  thy  Cross  my  victory ; 
While  my  body  here  decays, 
May  my  soul  thy  goodness  praise. 

Safe  in  Paradise  with  Thee. 

1  Stabat  Mater  dolorosa, 
Juxta  crucem  lacrymosa, 
Dum  pendebat  Filius ; 
Cujus  animam  gementem, 
Contristatam  et  dolentem, 
Pertransivit  gladius. 
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FKEDAY  AFTER  PASSION-SUNDAY. 


2  0  quam  tristis  et  afflicta 
Fuit  ilia  benedicta 
Mater  Unigeniti ! 

Quae  moerebat,  et  dolebat, 
Pia  Mater  dum  videbat 
Nati  poenas  inclyti. 

3  Quis  est  homo,  qui  non  fleret, 
Matrem  Christi  si  videret 

In  tanto  supplicio  ? 
Quis  non  posset  contristari, 
Christi  Matrem  contemplari, 
Dolentem  cum  Fiho  ? 

4  Pro  peccatis  suae  gentis, 
Vidit  Jesum  in  tormentis, 
Et  flagellis  subditum, 
Vidit  suum  dulcem  natum 
Morieudo  desolatum, 
Dum  emisit  spiritum. 

5  Eia  Mater,  fons  amoris, 
Me  sentire  vim  doloris, 
Fac  ut  tecum  lugeam. 
Fac  ut  ardeat  cor  meum 

In  amando  Christum  Deum, 
Ut  sibi  complaceam. 
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FRIDAY  AFTER  PASSION-SUNDAY. 


6  Sancta  Mater,  istud  agas, 
Crucifixi  fige  plagas 
Cordi  meo  valide. 

Tui  nati  vulnerati, 

Tarn  dignati  pro  me  pati, 

Poenas  mecum  divide. 

7  Fac  me  tecum  pie  flere, 
Crucifixo  condolere, 
Donee  ego  vixero. 

Jiixta  crucem  tecum  stare, 
Et  me  tibi  sociare, 
In  planctu  desidero. 

8  Virgo  virginum  prjeclara, 
Mihi  jam  non  sis  amara, 
Fac  me  tecum  plangere. 

Fac  ut  portem  Chriati  mortem, 
Passionis  fac  consortem, 
Et  plagas  recolere. 

9  Fac  me  plagis  vulnerari, 
Fac  me  cruce  inebriari, 
Et  cruore  Filii : 
Flammis  ne  urar  succensus. 
Per  te  Virgo  sim  defensus. 
In  die  judicii. 

6] 


PALM-SUNDAY. 


10  Christe,  cum  sit  hinc  exire, 
Da  per  Matrem  me  venire, 
Ad  palmam  victoriae. 
Quando  corpus  morietur, 
Fac  ut  animae  donetur 
Paradisi  gloria. 


PALM-SUNDAY. 
Gloria,  laus,  et  honor. 
Glory  and  praise  to  Thee,  Redeemer  blest ! 
To  whom    their   glad   hosannas   ehildr^ 
pour'd ;  [fess'd ! 

Hail,  Israel's  King  !  hail,  David's  Son  con- 
Who  comest  in  the  name  of  Israel's  Lord. 

Thy  praise  in  Heaven  the   Host  angelic 

sings ; 
On  earth  mankind,  \dth  all  created  things. 
["  Glory  and  praise,"  &c.   as  above,  is 
repeated.] 

Thee  once  with  palms  the  Jews  went  forth 
to  meet,  [greet. 

Thee  now  with  prayers  and  holy  hymns  we 
[Glory  and  praise,  &c.] 


GOOD-FRIDAY. 


Thee,  on  thy  way  to  die,  they  crown'd  with 

praise ; 
To  Thee,  now  King  on  high,  our  song  we 

raise. 
[Glory  and  praise,  &c.] 

Thee  their  poor  homage  pleased,  O  gracious 

King ! 
Ours  too  accept, — the   best  that  we   can 

bring. 
[Glory  and  praise,  &-c.] 


GOOD-FRIDAY. 

0  Deus,  ego  amo  Te. 

[Hymn  of  St.  Francis  Xavier.] 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 
I  hope  for  Heaven  thereby  ; 

Nor  because  they,  who  love  Thee  not, 
Must  burn  eternally. 

Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  Cross  embrace ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear 

And  manifold  disgrace ; 
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GOOD-FKIDAY. 


And  griefs  and  torments  numberiess ; 

And  sweat  of  agony ; 
E'en  death  itself — and  all  for  one 

Wlio  was  thine  enemy. 

Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesu  Christ ! 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well ; 
Not  for  the  sake  of  winning  Heaven, 

Or  of  escaping  Hell : 

Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught ; 

Not  seeking  a  reward ; 
But,  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 

O  ever-loving  Lord? 

E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love. 
And  in  thy  praise  will  sing ; 

Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

Aspice  in/ami  Deus  ipse  ligno. 

See!  where  in  shame  the  God  of  glory 
hangs, 
All  bathed  in  his  own  blood : 
See !  how  the  nails  pierce  with  a  thousand 
Those  hands  so  good.  [pangs 

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EASTEE-SUNDAY. 


Th'  All  Holy,  as  a  minister  of  ill, 
Bet^vixt  two  thieves  they  place ; 

Oh,  deed  unjust !  yet  such  the  cruel  will 
Of  Israel's  race. 

Pale  grows  his  face,  and  fix'd  his  languid 
eye; 

His  wearied  head  He  bends ; 
And  rich  in  merits,  forth  with  one  loud  cry 

His  Spirit  sends. 

O  heart  more  hard  than  iron !  not  to  weep 

At  this ;  thy  sin  it  was 
That  wrought  his  death ;  of  all  these  tor- 
ments deep 

Thou  art  the  cause. 

Praise,  honor,  glory,  be  through  endless  time 

To  th'  everlasting  God ; 
Who  wiped  away  our  deadly  stains  of  crime 

In  his  own  Blood. 


EASTER-SUNDAY. 
Aur(yra  coelum  purpurat. 
The  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky ; 
With  alleluias  rang  the  air ; 
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EASTEK-SUNDAY. 


Earth  held  a  glorious  jubilee ; 

Hell  gnash'd  its  teeth  in  fierce  despair : 

When  our  most  valiant  mighty  King 
From  death's  abyss,  in  dread  array, 

Led  the  long-prison'd  Fathers  forth, 
Into  the  beam  of  life  and  day  : 

When  He,  whom  stone,  and  seal,  and  guard. 

Had  safely  to  the  tomb  consign'd. 
Triumphant  rose,  and  buried  Death 

Deep  in  the  grave  He  left  behind. 

"Calm  all  your  grief,  and  still  your  tears," 
Hark!  the  descending  angel  cries; 

■"  For  Christ  is  risen  from  the  dead. 
And  Death  is  slain,  no  more  to  rise." 

O  Jesu !  from  the  death  of  sin 

Keep  us,  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 

The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new  born  in  Thee. 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 

Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given ; 

With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter  ! 

Henceforth  by  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 


E  A  S  T  E  R  -  S  U  N  D  A  Y . 


Ad  regias  agni  dapes. 

Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  festival 
In  robes  of  saintly  white  we  sing, 

Through  the  Red  Sea  in  safety  brought 
By  Jesus  our  immortal  King. 

O  Charity  divine !  his  Blood 

He  gives,  to  crown  the  royal  feast : 

His  Flesh  for  us  He  immolates, 

Himself  the  Victim,  Love  the  Priest. 

And  as  the  avenging  Angel  pass'd 
Of  old  the  blood-besprinkled  door ; 

As  the  cleft  sea  a  passage  gave. 

Then  closed  to  whelm  th'  Egyptians  o'er : 

So  Christ,  our  Paschal  Sacrifice, 

Has  brought  us  safe  all  perils  through ; 

While  for  unleaven'd  bread  we  need 
But  heart  sincere  and  purpose  true. 

Hail  purest  Victim  Heaven  could  find. 
The  powers  of  Hell  to  overthrow ! 

Wlio  didst  the  chains  of  Death  destroy ; 
Who  dost  the  prize  of  Life  bestow. 
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EASTEK-SUNDAY. 


Hail,  \ictor  Christ !  hail,  risen  King ! 

To  Thee  alone  belongs  the  crown ; 
Who  hast  the  heavenly  gates  unbarr'd, 

And  dragg'd  the  Prince  of  darkness  down. 

O  Jesu !  from  the  death  of  sin 

Keep  us,  w'e  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 

The  everlasting  paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new  born  in  Thee. 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 

Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given ; 

With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter, 

Henceforth  by  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 

0  Jilii  etfilice. 
Ye  sons  and  daughters  of  the  Lord ! 
The  King  of  glory,  King  adored, 
This  day  Himself  from  death  restored. 

All  in  the  early  morning  gray. 
Went  holy  women  on  their  way. 
To  see  the  tomb  where  Jesus  lay. 

Of  spices  pure  a  precious  store 
In  their  pure  hands  those  women  bore, 
To  anoint  the  sacred  Body  o'er. 
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EASTER-SUNDAY. 


Then  straightway  one  in  white  they  see, 
Who  saith,  "  Ye  seek  the  Lord ;  but  He 
Is  risen,  and  gone  to  Galilee." 

This  told  they  Peter,  told  they  John; 
Who  forthwith  to  the  tomb  are  gone, 
But  Peter  is  by  John  outrun. 

That  self-same  night,  while  out  of  fear 
The  doors  were  shut,  the  Lord  most  dear 
To  his  Apostles  did  appear. 

But  Thomas,  when  of  this  he  heard. 
Was  doubtful  of  his  brethren's  word ; 
Wherefore  again  there  comes  the  Lord. 

"  Thomas,  behold  my  side,"  saith  He ; 
"  My  hands,  my  feet,  my  body  see. 
And  doubt  not,  but  believe  in  Me." 

When  Thomas  saw  that  wounded  side. 

The  truth  no  longer  he  denied ; 

"  Thou  art  my  Lord  and  God !"  he  cried. 

Oh,  blest  are  they  who  have  not  seen 
Their  Lord,  and  yet  believe  m  Him ! 
Eternal  life  awaiteth  them. 
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ASCENSION-DAY. 


Now  let  us  praise  the  Lord  most  high, 

And  strive  his  name  to  magnify 

On  this  great  day,  through  earth  and  sky : 

Whose  mercy  ever  runneth  o'er ; 
Whom  men  and  Angel  Hosts  adore ; 
To  Him  be  glory  evermore. 


ASCENSION-DAY. 
JEterne  Rex  altisaime. 

O  Thou  eternal  King  most  high  ! 

Who  didst  the  world  redeem ; 
And  conquering  Death  and  Hell,  receive 

A  dignity  supreme. 

Thou,  through  the  starry  orbs  this  day, 

Didst  to  thy  throne  ascend ; 
Thenceforth  to  reign  in  sovereign  power, 

And  glory  without  end. 

There,  seated  in  thy  majesty, 

To  Thee  submissive  bow 
The  Heaven  of  Heavens,  the  spacious 
earth. 
The  depths  of  Hell  below. 
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ASCENSION-DAY. 


With  trembling  there  the  angels  see 

The  changed  estate  of  men ; 
The  flesh  which  sinn'd  by  Flesh  redeem'd; 

Man  in  the  Godhead  reign. 

There,  waiting  for  thy  faithful  souls, 

Be  Thou  to  us,  O  Lord ! 
Our  peerless  joy  while  here  we  stay, 

In  Heaven  our  great  reward. 

Renew  our  strength ;  our  sins  forgive ; 

Our  miseries  efface ; 
And  lift  our  souls  aloft  to  Thee, 

By  thy  celestial  grace. 

So,  when  Thou  shinest  on  the  clouds, 

With  thy  angelic  train, 
May  v;e  be  saved  from  vengeance  due,  . 

And  our  lost  crowns  regain. 

Glory  to  Jesus,  who  returns 

Triumphantly  to  Heaven ; 
Praise  to  the  Father  evermore. 

And  Holy  Ghost,  be  given. 
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WHIT -SUNDAY 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 

Jam  Ghristus  astra  ascenderat. 

Above  the  starry  spheres, 
To  where  He  was  before, 
Christ  had  gone  up,  soon  from  on  high 
The  Father's  gift  to  pour : 

And  now  had  fully  come, 
On  mystic  cycle  borne 
Of  seven  times  seven  revolving  days, 
The  Pentecostal  morn : 

When,  as  the  Apostles  knelt 
At  the  third  hour  in  prayer, 
A  sudden  rushing  sound  proclaim'd 
The  God  of  glory  near. 

Forthwith  a  tongue  of  fire 
Alights  on  every  brow ; — 
Each  breast  receives  the  Father's  light, 
The  Word's  enkindling  glow. 

The  Holy  Ghost  on  all 
Is  mightily  outpour'd ; 
Who  straight  in  divers  tongues  declare 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord. 
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WHIT-SUNDAY. 


While  strangers  of  all  climes 
Flock  round  from  far  and  near, 
And,  with  amazement,  each  at  once 
Their  native  accents  hear. 

But  Judah,  faithless  still. 
Denies  the  hand  divine ; 
And  madly  jeers  the  Saints  of  Christ, 
As  drunk  with  new-made  wine. 

Till  Peter  in  the  midst 
Stood  up,  and  spake  aloud ; 
And  their  perfidious  falsity 
By  Joel's  witness  show'd. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be  ! 
Praise  to  the  Son  who  rose ! 
Praise,  Holy  Paraclete,  to  Thee, 
While  age  on  ages  flows ! 


Veni  Creator  Spiritus. 

Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 
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WHIT-SUNDAY. 


2  Great  Paraclete  !  to  Thee  we  cry : 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high ! 
O  fount  of  life !  O  fire  of  love ! 
And  sweet  Anointing  from  above ! 

3  Thou  in  thy  sevenfold  gifts  art  known ; 
Thee  Finger  of  God's  hand  we  own ; 
The  promise  of  the  Father  Thou  ! 
Who  dost  the  tongue  with  power  endow. 

4  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erllow  with  love ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

5  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  guide. 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

6  Oh,  may  thy  grace  on  us  bestow. 

The  Father  and  the  Son  to  know,  [fess'd 
And  Thee  through  endless  times  con- 
Of  Both  th'  eternal  Spirit  blest. 

7  All  glory  while  the  ages  run 
Be  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 

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WHIT-SUNDAY. 


Who  rose  from  death ;  the  same  to  Thee, 
O  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 

1  Veni,  Creator  Spiritus, 
Mentes  tuorum  visita, 
Imple  superna  gratia 
Quae  tu  creasti,  pectora. 

2  Qui  diceris  Paraclitus, 
Altissimi  donum  Dei, 
Fons  vivus,  ignis,  cliaritas, 
Et  spiritalis  unctio. 

3  Tu  septiformis  munere, 
Digitus  Paternae  dexterse, 
Tu  rite  promissum  Patris, 
Sermone  ditans  guttura. 

4  Accende  lumen  sensibus  : 
Infunde  amorem  cordibus : 
Infirma  nostri  corporis 
Virtute  firmans  perpeti. 

5  Hostem  repellas  longius, 
Pacemque  dones  protinus : 
Ductore  sic  te  praevio 
Vitemus  omne  noxium, 

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W  H  I  T  -  S  U  N  D  A  Y  . 


6  Per  te  sciamus  da  Patrem, 
Noscamus  atque  Filium, 
Teque  utriusque  Spiritum 
Credamus  omni  tempore. 

7  Deo  Patri  sit  gloria, 
Et  Filio,  qui  a  mortuis 
Surrexit,  ac  Paraclito 
In  sseculorum  saecula. 


Veni  Sancte  Spiritus. 
Holt  Spirit !  Lord  of  light ! 
From  thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give : 

Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor ! 
Come,  with  treasures  which  endure ! 
Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live ! 

Thou  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast. 
Dost  refreshmg  peace  bestow ; 

Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet ; 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat ; 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 
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WHIT-SUXDAY 


Light  immortal !  light  divine  ! 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  thine, 
And  our  inmost  being  fill : 

If  Thou  take  thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay ; 
All  his  good  is  turn'd  to  ill. 

Heal  our  wounds — our  strength  renew ; 
On  our  dryness  pour  thy  dew ; 
Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away : 

Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will ; 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill ; 
Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

Thou,  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore. 
In  thy  sevenfold  gifts,  descend  : 

Give  them  comfort  when  they  die ; 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high ; 
Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 
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TKINITY-STJNDAY. 


TRINITY-SUNDAY. 
MORNING. 

Summce  Parens  clementice. 
.  O  Thou  eternal  Source  of  Love ! 

Ruler  of  nature's  scheme ! 
In  Substance  One,  in  Persons  Three ! 

Omniscient  and  Supreme ! 

Be  nigh  to  us  when  we  arise ; 

And,  at  the  break  of  day, 
With  wakening  body  wake  the  soul, 

Her  meed  of  praise  to  pay. 

To  God  the  Father,  glory  be. 

And  to  his  only  Son ; 
The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 

While  ceaseless  ages  run. 


Jam  sol  recedit  igneus. 
Now  doth  the  fiery  sun  decline : — 
Thou,  Unity  eternal !  shine ; 
Thou,  Trinity,  thy  blessings  pour. 
And  make  our  hearts  with  love  run  o'er. 
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CORPUS     CHEISTI, 


Thee  in  the  hymns  of  morn  we  praise ; 
To  Thee  our  voice  at  eve  we  raise ; 
Oh,  grant  us,  with  thy  Saints  on  high, 
Thee  through  all  time  to  glorify. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ; 
As  ever  was  in  ages  past. 
And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 


CORPUS  CHRISTI. 
Sacris  solemniis  juncta  sint  gaudia. 
Let  us  with  hearts  renew'd, 
Our  grateful  homage  pay ; 
And  welcome  with  triumphant  songs 
This  ever-blessed  day. 

Upon  this  hallow'd  night 
Christ  with  his  brethren  ate, 
Obedient  to  the  olden  law, 
The  Pasch  before  Him  set. 

Which  done, — Himself  entire, 
The  true  Incarnate  God, 
Alike  on  each,  alike  on  all, 
His  sacred  hands  bestow'd. 
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CORPUS     CHKISTI, 


He  gave  his  Flesh ;  He  gave 
His  precious  Blood ;  and  said, 
"  Receive,  and  drink  ye  all  of  this, 
For  your  salvation  shed." 

Thus  did  the  Lord  appoint 
This  Sacrifice  sublime, 
And  made  his  Priests  its  ministers 
Through  all  the  bounds  of  time. 

Farewell  to  types !  Henceforth 

We  feed  on  Angels'  food  ; 
The  guilty  slave — oh,  wonder ! — eats 

The  Body  of  his  God  ! 

O  Blessed  Three  in  One  ! 

Visit  our  hearts,  we  pray ; 
And  lead  us  on  through  thine  own  paths 

To  thy  eternal  Day. 


Lauda  Sion  Salvatorem. 
1  Sign,  lift  thy  voice,  and  sing ; 
Praise  thy  Saviour  and  thy  King ; 

Praise  with  hymns  thy  Shepherd  true ; 
Strive  thy  best  to  praise  Him  well ; 
Yet  doth  He  all  praise  excel ; 
None  can  ever  reach  his  due. 
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CORPUS     CHEISTI. 


See  to-day  before  us  laid 

The  living  and  life-giving  Bread ! 

Theme  for  praise  and  joy  profound! 
The  same  which  at  the  sacred  board 
Was,  by  our  Incarnate  Lord, 

Given  to  his  Apostles  round. 
Let  the  praise  be  loud  and  high ; 
Sweet  and  tranquil  be  the  joy 

Felt  to-day  in  every  breast ; 
On  this  Festival  divine, 
Which  records  the  origin 

Of  the  glorious  Eucharist. 
On  this  Table  of  the  King, 
Our  new  Paschal  offering 

Brings  to  end  the  olden  rite ; 
Here,  for  empty  shadows  fled. 
Is  Reality  instead ; 

Here,  instead  of  darkness,  LighJ. 
His  own  act,  at  supper  seated, 
Christ  ordain'd  to  be  repeated, 

In  his  Memory  divine ; 
Wherefore  now,  with  adoration, 
We  the  Host  of  our  salvation 

Consecrate  from  bread  and  wine. 
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COKPUS     CHRISTI, 


6  Hear  what  holy  Church  maintaineth, 
That  the  bread  its  substance  changeth 

Into  Flesh,  the  wme  to  Blood. 
Doth  it  pass  thy  comprehending  ? 
Faith,  the  law  of  sight  transcending, 

Leaps  to  things  not  understood. 

7  Here,  beneath  these  signs,  are  hidden 
Priceless  things,  to  sense  forbidden ; 

Signs,  not  things,  are  all  we  see : 
Flesh  from  bread,  and  Blood  from  wdne : 
Yet  is  Christ,  in  either  sign, 

All  entire,  confess'd  to  be. 

8  They  too,  who  of  Him  partake, 
Sever  not,  nor  rend,  nor  break, 

But  entire  their  Lord  receive. 
Whether  one  or  thousands  eat. 
All  receive  the  self-same  meat. 

Nor  the  less  for  others  leave. 

9  Both  the  wicked  and  the  good 
Eat  of  this  celestial  Food ; 

But  with  ends  how  opposite ! 
Here  'tis  life ;  and  there  'tis  death; 
The  same,  yet  issuing  to  each 

In  a  difference  infinite. 
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10  Nor  a  single  doubt  retain, 

When  they  break  the  Host  in  twain, 
But  that  in  each  part  remains 

What  was  in  the  whole  before ; 
Since  the  simple  sign  alone 
Suffers  change  in  state  or  form. 
The  Signified  remaining  One 

And  the  Same  for  evermore. 

[Ecce  panis  angelorum.] 

11  Lo!  upon  the  Altar  lies, 
Hidden  deep  from  human  eyes, 
Bread  of  Angels  from  the  skies, 

Made  the  food  of  mortal  man: 
Children's  meat  to  dogs  denied ; 
In  old  types  foresignified  ; 
In  the  manna  Heav'n-supplied, 

Isaac,  and  the  Paschal  Lamb. 

12  Jesu !  Shepherd  of  the  sheep  ! 
Thou  thy  flock  in  safety  keep. 
Living  Bread !  thy  life  supply ; 
Strengthen  us,  or  else  we  die ; 

Fill  us  with  celestial  grace : 
Thou,  who  feedest  us  below  ! 
Source  of  all  we  have  or  know ! 


COKPTJS     OHRISTI. 


Grant  that  with  thy  Saints  above, 
Sitting  at  the  feast  of  love, 
We  may  see  Thee  face  to  face. 

1  Lauda,  Sion,  Salvatorem, 
Lauda  Ducem  et  Pastorem, 
In  hymnis  et  canticis. 
Quantum  potes,  tantum  aude  ; 
Quia  major  omni  laude, 

Nee  laudare  sufficis. 

2  Laudis  thema  specialis, 
Panis  vivus  et  vitalis, 
Hodie  proponitur. 

Quem  in  sacrae  mensa  coense, 
Turbae  fratrum  duodense 
Datum  non  ambigitur. 

3  Sit  laus  plena,  sit  sonora, 
Sit  jucunda,  sit  decora, 
Mentis  jubilatio. 

Dies  enim  solemnis  agitur. 
In  qua  mensae  prima  recolitur 
Hujus  institutio. 

4  In  hac  mensa  novi  Regis, 
Novum  pas(iba  novse  legis, 
Phase  vetus  terminat. 

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CORPUS     CHRIST!. 


Vetustatem  novitas, 
Umbram  fugat  Veritas, 
Noctem  lux  eliminat. 

5  Quod  in  coena  Christus  gessit, 
Faciendum  hoc  expressit 

In  sui  memoriam. 
Docti  sacris  institutis, 
Panem,  vinum,  in  salutis 
Consecramus  hostiam. 

6  Dogma  datur  Christianis, 
Quod  in  carnem  transit  panis, 
Et  vinum  in  sanguinem. 

Quod  non  capis,  quod  non  vides, 
Animosa  firmat  fides, 
Praeter  rerum  ordinem. 

1  Sub  diversis  speciebus 
Signis  tantum  et  non  rebus, 
Latent  res  eximiae. 
Caro  cibus,  sanguis  potus  : 
Manet  tamen  Christus  totus 
Sub  utraque  specie. 

8  A  sumente  non  concisus, 
Non  confractus,  non  divisus. 
Integer  accipitur. 
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CORPUS     CHRISTI. 


Sumit  unus,  sumunt  mille, 
Quantum  isti,  tantimi  ille, 
Nee  sumptus  consumitur. 

9  Sumunt  boni,  sumunt  mali: 
Sorte  tamen  inaequali, 
Vitae  vel  interitus. 
Mors  est  malis,  vita  bonis, 
Vide  paris  sumptionis, 
Quam  sit  dispar  exitus. 

10  Fracto  demum  sacramento, 
Ne  vacilles,  sed  memento, 
Tantum  esse  sub  fragmento, 
Quantum  toto  tegitur. 
Nulla  rei  fit  scissura : 
Signi  tantum  fit  fractura  : 
Qua,  nee  status  nee  statura 
Signati  minuitur. 

11  Ecee  panis  angelorum, 
Faetus  cibus  viatorum : 
Vere  panis  filiorum, 
Non  mittendus  canibus ; 
In  figuris  prsesignatur, 
Cum  Isaac  immolatur : 
Agnus  paschffi  deputatur  : 
Datur  manna  patribus. 

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FEAST  OF  SACKED  HEART  OF  JESUS. 


12  Bone  Pastor,  panis  vere, 
Jesu  nostri  miserere : 
Tu  nos  pasce,  nos  tuere : 
Tu  nos  bona  fac  videre 
In  terra  viventkim. 
Tu  qui  cuncta  scis  et  vales, 
Qui  nos  pascis  hie  mortales : 
Tuos  ibi  commensales, 
Cohseredes  et  sodales 
Fac  sanctorum  civium. 


FEAST   OF  THE  MOST  SACRED  HEART  OF 
JESUS. 

FRIDAY  AFTER  THE    OCTAVE    OF  CORPUS    CHRI8TI. 

Summi  Parentis  filio. 

To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  Son  of  God  most  high, 
The  Father  of  the  world  to  come, — 
Sing  we  with  holy  joy. 

Deep  in  his  heart  for  us 
The  wound  of  love  He  bore  ; — 
That  love,  which  still  He  kindles  in 
The  hearts  that  Him  adore. 
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FEAST  OF  SACKED  HEART  OF  JESUS. 


O  Jesu !  Victim  blest ! 
What  else  but  love  divine 
Could  Thee  constrain  to  open  thus 
That  sacred  Heart  of  thine  ? 

O  Fount  of  endless  life  ! 
O  Spring  of  waters  clear ! 
O  Flame  celestial,  cleansing  all 
Who  unto  Thee  draw  near ! 

Hide  me  in  thy  dear  Heart, 
For  thither  do  I  fly ;  [death 

There  seek  thy  grace  through  life,  in 
Thine  immortality. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be ; 
Praise  to  his  only  Son ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
While  endless  acres  run. 


Quicuyique  certum  guceritis. 
All  ye  who  seek  a  certain  cure 

In  trouble  and  distress, 
Whatever  sorrow  vex  the  mind, 
Or  guilt  the  soul  oppress : 
88 


FEAST  OF  SACRED  HEART  OF  JESUS. 


Jesus,  who  gave  Himself  for  you 

Upon  the  Cross  to  die, 
Opens  to  you  his  sacred  Heart, — 

Oh,  to  that  Heart  draw  nigh ! 

Ye  hear  how  kindly  He  invites ; 

Ye  hear  his  words  so  blest ; — 
"  All  ye  that  labor,  come  to  Me, 

And  I  will  give  you  rest." 

What  meeker  than  the  Saviour's  Heart  ? 

As  on  the  Cross  He  lay. 
It  did  his  murderers  forgive, 

And  for  their  pardon  pray. 

O  Heart !  thou  joy  of  Saints  on  high ! 

Thou  Hope  of  sinners  here ! 
Attracted  by  those  loving  words. 

To  Thee  I  lift  my  prayer. 

Wash  Thou  my  wounds  in  that  dear 
Blood 
Which  forth  from  Thee  doth  flow ; 
New  grace,  new  hope  inspire  ; 
A  new  and  better  heart  bestow. 
89 


PURIFICATION  OF  THE  B-  V.  AfARY. 


PURIFICATION  OF  THE  B.  VIRGIN    MARY. 
February  2. 
Templi  sacratas  pande  Si  on  fores. 
O  SiON  !  open  wide  thy  gates ; 

Let  figures  disappear ; 
A  Priest  and  Victim  both  in  one, 
The  Truth  Hunself  is  here. 

No  more  the  simple  flock  shall  bleed. — 

Behold  the  Father's  Son  ! 
Himself  to  his  own  Altar  comes 

For  sinners  to  atone. 

Conscious  of  hidden  Deity, 

The  lowly  Virgin  brings 
Her  new-born  Babe,  with  two  young  doves, 

Her  tender  offerings. 

The  hoary  Simeon  sees  at  last 

His  Lord  so  long  desired, 
And  hails,  with  Anna,  Israel's  hope. 

With  sudden  rapture  fired. 

But  silent  knelt  the  Mother  blest 

Of  the  yet  silent  Word  ; 
And  pondering  all  things  in  her  heart, 

With  speechless  praise  adored. 
90 


FEASr  OF  ST.  JOSEPH. 


Praise  to  the  Father  and  the  Son ; 

Praise  to  the  Spirit  be ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Three  in  One, 

Through  all  eternity. 


FEAST   OF  ST.  JOSEPH. 
March  19. 
Coelitmn  Joseph  decus  atque  nostrce. 
Joseph  !  our  certain  hope  of  life  ! 

Glory  of  earth  and  Heaven! 
Thou  Pillar  of  the  world  !  to  thee 
Be  praise  eternal  given. 

Thee,  as  Salvation's  minister, 

The  mighty  JNIaker  chose  ; 
As  Foster-father  of  the  Word ; 

As  Mary's  spotless  Spouse. 

With  joy  thou  savvest  Him  new  born, 

Of  whom  the  Prophets  sang  : 
Him  in  a  manger  didst  adore. 

From  whom  Creation  sprang. 

The  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings, 

Ruler  of  sky  and  sea, 
Whom  Heaven,  and  Earth,  and  Hell  obey, 

Was  subject  unto  thee. 
91 


FEAST  OF  ST.  JOSEPH. 


Blest  Trinity !  vouchsafe  to  us, 
Through  Joseph's  merits  high, 

To  mount  the  Heavenly  seats,  and  reign 
With  him  eternally. 


sanus  vivere. 

To  all  who  v^^ould  holily  live. 
To  all  who  would  happily  die, 

St.  Joseph  is  ready  to  give 
Sure  guidance,  and  help  from  on  high. 

Of  Mary  the  Spouse  undefiled. 
Just,  holy,  and  pure  of  all  stain. 

He  asks  of  his  own  Foster-Child  ; 
And  needs  but  to  ask  to  obtain. 

[Here  the  first  stanza  is  repeated.] 

To  all  who  would  holily  live. 
To  all  who  would  happily  die, 

St.  Joseph  is  ready  to  give 

Sure  guidance,  and  help  from  on 
high. 

In  the  manger  that  Child  he  adored. 
And  nursed  Him  in  exile  and  flight ; 
92 


HYMN  TO  ST.  JOSEPH. 


Him,  lost  in  his  boyhood,  deplored ; 
And  found  with  amaze  and  delight. 
To  all,  <fcc.,  as  above. 

The  Milker  of  Heaven  and  Earth 
By  the  labor  of  Joseph  was  fed ; 

The  Son  by  an  infinite  birth 

Submissive  to  Joseph  was  made. 
To  all,  &e. 

And  when  his  last  hour  drew  nigh, 
Oh,  full  of  all  joy  was  his  breast ; 

Seeing  Jesus  and  Mary  close  by. 
As  he  tranquilly  slumber'd  to  rest. 
To  all,  &c. 

All  praise  to  the  Father  above  ; 

All  praise  to  his  glorious  Son ; 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit  of  love ; 

While  the  days  of  eternity  run. 
To  all,  &c. 


HYMN    TO    ST.  JOSEPH. 

Hail  !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
Husband  of  Mary,  hail ! 
93 


HY^IN  TO  ST.  JOSEPH. 


Chaste  as  the  lily  flower 
In  Eden's  peaceful  vale. 

Hail  I  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
Father  of  Christ  esteemed ! 
Father  be  thou  to  those 
Thy  Foster-Son  redeem'd. 

Hail  I  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
Prince  of  the  House  of  God, 
May  his  best  graces  be 
By  thy  sweet  hands  bestow'd. 

Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
Comrade  of  angels,  hail ! 
Cheer  thou  the  hearts  that  faint, 
And  guide  the  steps  that  faU. 

Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
God's  choice  wert  thou  alone  ; 
To  thee  the  Word  made  flesh 
Was  subject  as  a  Son. 

Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
Teach  us  our  flesh  to  tame, 
And,  Mary,  keep  the  hearts 
That  love  thy  husband's  name. 
94 


PATRONAGE  OF  ST.  JOSEPH. 


Mother  of  Jesus !  bless, 
And  bless,  ye  Saints  on  high, 
All  meek  and  simple  souls 
That  to  Saint  Joseph  cry. 

Amen. 


THE    PATRONAGE   OF  ST.  JOSEPH. 

THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 

Dear  Husband  of  Mary!  dear  Nurse  of 
her  Child!  [wild; 

Life's  ways  are  full  weary,  the  desert  is 

Bleak  sands  are  all  round  us,  no  home  can 
we  see ;  [thee. 

Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady  !  we  lean  upon 

For  thou  to  the  pilgrim  art  Father  and 

Guide, 
And  Jesus  and  Mary  felt  safe  by  thy  side ; 
Ah !  blessed  Saint  Joseph !  how  safe  should 

I  be,  [with  me ! 

Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !  if  thou  wert 

O  blessed  Saint  Joseph !  how^  great  was  thy 

worth. 
The  one  chosen  shadow  of  God  upon  earth, 
95 


PATRONAGE  OF  ST.  JOSEPH. 


The  Father  of  Jesus — ah !  then  wilt  thou  be, 
Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !  a  father  to  me  ? 

Thou  hast  not  forgotten  the  long  dreary 
road,  [thy  God; 

When  Mary  took  turns  with  thee,  bearing 

Yet  light  was  that  burden,  none  lighter 
could  be : 

Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady  !  O  canst  thou 
bear  me  ? 

A  cold,  thankless  heart,  and  a  mean  love  of 
ease, 

What  weights,  blessed  Patron  !  more  gall- 
ing than  these  ? 

My  life,  my  past  life,  thy  clear  vision  may 
see :  [love  me  ? 

Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady  !  O  canst  thou 

Ah !  give  me  thy  Burden  to  bear  for  a  while ; 
Let  me  kiss  his  warm  lips,  and  adore  his 

sweet  smile ; 
With  her  Babe  in  my  arms,  surely  Mary 

will  be, 
Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady!  my  pleader 

with  thee ! 


AITNUNCTATIOJT  OF  THE  B.  V.  MAKY. 


When  the  treasures  of  God  were  unshel- 

ter'd  on  earth, 
Safe  keeping  was  found  for  them  both  in 

thy  worth  ; 
O  Father  of  Jesus !  be  father  to  me, 
Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady !  and  I  will  love 

thee. 

God  chose  thee  for  Jesus  and  Mary — wilt 

thou 
Forgive  a  poor  exile  for  choosing  thee  now? 
There  is  no  Saint  in  Heaven  I  worship  like 

thee,  [love  me ! 

Sweet  Spouse  of  our  Lady  !  O  deign  to 


ANNUNCIATION    OF    THE    BLESSED  VIRGIN 

MARY. 

March  25. 

Quis  te  canat  mortalium  ? 

What  mortal  tongue  can  sing  thy  praise, 

Dear  Mother  of  the  Lord  ? — 
To  angels  only  it  belongs 
Thy  glory  to  record. 

Who  born  of  man  can  penetrate 
Thy  soul's  majestic  shrine? 

7  97  * 


ANNUNCIATION  OF  THE  B.  Y.  MAKT. 


Who  can  thy  mighty  gifts  unfold, 
Or  rightly  them  divine  ? 

Say,  Virgin,  what  sweet  force  was  that 
Which  from  the  Father's  breast, 

Drew  forth  his  coeternal  Son, 
To  be  thy  bosom's  guest  ? 

'Twas  not  thy  guileless  faith  alone, 

That  lifted  thee  so  high  ; 
'Twas  not  thy  pure  seraphic  love, 

Or  peerless  chastity : 

But,  oh !  it  was  thy  lowliness. 
Well  pleasing  to  the  Lord, 

That  made  Thee  worthy  to  become 
The  Mother  of  the  Word. 

Oh,  Loftiest !  whose  humility 

So  sweet  it  was  to  see ! 
That  God,  forgetful  of  Himself, 

Abased  Himself  to  Thee  ! 

Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  through  Whom 

The  Word  eternal  was  conceived 
Within  the  Virgin's  womb. 
•  98 


FEAST  OF  ST.  IkHCHAEL. 


FEAST  OF  ST.  MICHAEL. 

May  8. 

Te  splendor  et  virtus  Patris. 

O  Jesu  !  life-spring  of  the  soul ! 

The  Father's  Power,  and  Glory  bright ! 
Thee  with  the  Angels  we  extol ; 

From  Thee  they  draw  their  life  and  light. 

Thy  thousand  thousand  hosts  are  spread, 
Embattled  o'er  the  azure  sky ; 

But  Michael  bears  thy  standard  dread, 
And  lifts  the  mighty  Cross  on  high. 

He  in  that  Sign  the  rebel  powers 
Did  with  their  Dragon  Prince  expel ; 

And  hurl'd  them  from  the  Heaven's  high 
towers, 
Down  like  a  thunderbolt  to  hell. 

Grant  us  with  Michael  still,  O  Lord, 
Against  the  Prince  of  Pride  to  fight ; 

So  may  a  crown  be  our  reward. 
Before  the  Lamb's  pure  throne  of  light. 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  from  death,  all  glory  be ; 
99 


THE  B.  Y.  M.  THE  HELP  OF  CHKISTIAUS. 


With  Thee,  O  holy  Comforter  ! 
Henceforth  through  all  eternity. 

[Within  the  Octave  of  the  Ascension.] 

Glory  to  Jesus,  who  returns 
In  pomp  triumphant  to  the  sky, 

With  Thee,  O  Father,  and  with  Thee, 
O  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 


THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN  MARY    THE   HELP   OF 

CHRISTIANS. 

May  24. 

Te  Redetnptoris  Dominique  nostri. 

Mother  of  our  Lord  and  Saviour! 

First  in  beauty  as  in  power ! 
Glory  of  the  Christian  nations ! 
Ready  help  in  trouble's  hour ! 

Though  the  gates  of  Hell  against  us 

With  profoundest  fury  rage ; 
Though  the  ancient  Foe  assault  us, 

And  his  fiercest  battle  wage ; 

Naught  can  hurt  the  pure  in  spirit, 

Who  upon  thine  aid  rely ; 
At  thy  hand  secure  of  gaining 

Strength  and  mercy  from  on  high. 
100 


;.  PETEE  AKD  PAUL,  APOSTLES. 


Safe  beneath  thy  mighty  shelter, — 
Though  a  thousand  hosts  combine, 

All  must  fall  or  flee  before  us, 
Seatter'd  by  an  arm  divine. 

Firm  as  once  on  holy  Sion, 
David's  tower  rear'd  its  height ; 

With  a  glorious  rampart  girded, 
And  with  glistening  armor  bright : 

So  th'  Almighty's  Virgin  Mother 
Stands  in  strength  for  evermore ; 

From  Satanic  hosts  defending 
All  who  her  defence  implore. 

Through  the  everlasting  ages, 

Blessed  Trinity,  to  Thee  ! 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 

Praise  and  endless  glory  be. 


SS.   PETER  AND  PAUL,   APOSTLES. 
June  29. 
Decora  lux  ceternitatis  o.uream. 
Bathed  in  eternity's  all-beauteous  beam, 
And  opening  into  Heaven  a  path  sub- 
lime, 

101 


SS.  PETER  AND  PAUL,  APOSTLES. 


Welcome  the  golden  day!    which  her- 
alds in 
The  Apostolic  Chiefs,  whose  glory  fills  all 
time! 

Peter  and   Paul,  the  Fathers   of  great 

Rome! 
Now  sitting  in  the  Senate  of  the  skies  I 
One  by  the  Cross,  the  other  by  the  Sword, 
Sent  to  their  thrones  on  high,  and  life's 

eternal  prize. 

O  happy  Rome  !  whom  that  most  glori- 
ous blood 
J^orever  consecrates  wMle  ages  flow ; 
Thou,  thus  empurpled,  art  more  beautiful 
Than  all  that  doth  appear  most  beautiful 
below. 

Praise,  blessing,  majesty,  through  endless 

days. 
Be  to  the  Trinity  immortal  given ; 
Who,  in  pure  Unity,  profoundly  sways 
Eternally  all  things  alike  in   earth  and 
Heaven. 

102 


FEAST  OF  ST.  JOHN  THE  BAPTIST. 


FEAST  OF  ST.  JOHN   THE  BAPTIST. 

June  24. 

0  nimisfelix  meritique  celsi. 

O  BLESSED  Saint,  of  snow-white  purity ! 

Dweller  in  wastes  forlorn ! 
O  mightiest  of  the  Martyr  host  on  high ! 

Greatest  of  Prophets  born  ! 

Of  all  the  diadems  that  on  the  brows 

Of  Saints  in  glory  shine, 
Not  one  with  brighter,  purer  halo  glows, 

In  Heaven's  high  Court,  than  thine. 

Oh !  upon  us  thy  tender,  pitying  gaze 
Cast  down  from  thy  dread  throne ; 

Straighten  our  crooked,  smooth  our  rugged 
ways, 
And  break  our  hearts  of  stone. 

So  may  the  world's  Redeemer  find  us  meet 

To  offer  Him  a  place. 
Where  He  may  set  his  ever-blessed  feet, 

Coming  with  gifts  of  grace. 

Praise  in  the  Heavens  to  Thee,  O  First  and 
The  Trine  eternal  God !  [Last, 

103 


VISITATION  OF  THE  B.  VIRGIN  MAiiY. 


Spare,  Jesu,  spare  thy  people,  whom  Thou 
hast 
Redeein'd  with  thine  own  blood. 


VISITATION  OF  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN  MART. 
July  2. 

Quo  sanctus  ardor  te  rapit. 
Whither  thus,  in  holy  rapture, 

Princely  Maiden,  art  Thou  bent  ? 
Why  so  fleetly  art  Thou  speeding 

Up  the  mountain's  rough  ascent  ? 

Fill'd  with  the  eternal  Godhead ! 

Glowing  with  the  Spirit's  flame ! 
Love  it  is  that  bears  Thee  onward. 

And  supports  thy  tender  frame. 

Lo !  thine  aged  cousin  claims  Thee, 
Claims  thy  sympathy  and  care ; 

God  her  shame  from  her  hath  taken  ; 
He  hath  heard  her  fervent  prayer. 

Blessed  Mothers!  joyful  meeting! 

Thou  in  her,  the  hand  of  God, 
She  in  Thee,  with  lips  inspired, 

Owns  the  Mother  of  her  Lord. 
104 


FEAST  OF  ST.  ANNE. 


As  the  sun  his  face  concealmg, 
In  a  cloud  withdraws  from  sight, 

So  in  Mary  then  lay  hidden 

He  who  is  the  world's  true  light. 

Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 
Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son ! 

With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 


FEAST    OF   ST.   ANNE,   MOTHER    OF    THE 

BLESSED  VIRGIN    MARY. 

July  26. 

Clarce  diei  gaudiis. 

Spotless  Anna  !  Juda's  glory  ! 

Through  the  Church  from  East  to  West, 
Every  tongue  proclaims  thy  praises, 

Holy  Mary's  Mother  blest  I 

Saintly  Kings  and  priestly  Sires 

Blended  in  thy  sacred  line ; 
Thou  in  virtue,  all  before  thee 

Didst  excel  by  grace  divine. 

Link'd  in  bonds  of  purest  wedlock, 
Thine  it  was  for  us  to  bear, 
105 


FEAST  OF  THE  TKANSFIGUEATION. 


By  the  favor  of  High  Heaven, 
Our  eternal  Virgm  Star. 

From  thy  stem  in  beauty  budded 
Ancient  Jesse's  mystic  rod ; 

Earth  from  thee  received  the  Mother 
Of  th'  Almighty  Son  of  God. 

All  the  human  race  benighted 
In  the  depths  of  darkness  lay ; 

When  in  Anne,  it  savr  the  dawning 
Of  the  long-expected  day. 

Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 
Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son, 

With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 


FEAST    OF    THE    TRANSFIGURATION. 
August  6. 
Quicunque  Christum  quceritis. 
All  ye  who  seek,  in  hope  and  love, 
For  your  dear  Lord,  look  up  above ! 
Where,  traced  upon  the  azure  sky, 
Faith  may  a  glorious  form  descry. 
106 


ASSUMPTION  OIT  THE  B.  V.  MARY. 


Lo !  on  the  trembling  verge  of  light 
A  something  all  divinely  bright ! 
Immortal,  infinite,  sublime ! 
Older  than  chaos,  space,  or  time  ! 

Hail,  Thou,  the  Gentiles'  mighty  Lord! 
All  hail,  O  Israel's  King  adored ! 
To  Abraham  sworn  in  ages  past, 
And  to  his  seed  while  earth  shall  last. 

To  Thee  the  prophets  witness  bear ; 
Of  Thee  the  Father  doth  declare, 
That  all  who  would  his  glory  see. 
Must  hear  and  must  believe  in  Thee. 

To  Jesus,  from  the  proud  coneeal'd, 
But  evermore  to  babes  reveal'd, 
All  glory  with  the  Father  be, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 


ASSUMPTION   OF    THE    BLESSED    VIRGIN 

MARY. 

August  15. 

0  vos  cetherei  plaudite  cives. 

Rejoice,  O  ye  Spu-its  and  Angels  on  high ! 

This  day  the  pure  Mother  of  Love 

101 


ASSUMPTION  OF  THE  B.  V.  MAEY. 


By  death  was  set  free ;  and  ascending  the 
sky,  [joy, 

Was  welcomed  by  Jesus,  with  triumph  and 
To  the  Courts  of  his  glory  above ! 

O  Virgin  divine !  what  treasures  are  thine ! 

What  power  and  splendor  untold ! 
With  flesh  thou  hadst  clothed  the  Lord  of 
all  might ; —  [light, 

He  clothes  Thee  in  turn  with  his  infinite 

And  a  radiant  vesture  of  gold. 

He,  who  on  thy  breast  found  nurture  and 
rest, 
Is  now  thy  ineffable  Food ; 
And  He,  who  from  Thee  in  the  flesh  lay 
conceal'd,  [veal'd. 

Now  gives  Thee,  beholding  his  glory  re- 
To  drink  from  the  fulness  of  God. 

Through  thy  Virginal  womb  what  graces 
have  come ! 
What  glories  encompass  thy  throne  ! 
Where  next  to  thy  Son,  thou  sittest  a  Queen, 
Exalted  on  high,  above  Angels  and  men ! 
Inferior  to  Godhead  alone  ! 
108 


ST.  KOSE  OF  LI^IA. 


Then  hear  us,  we  pray,  on  this  blessed  day ; 

Remember  we  also  are  thine ; 
And  deign  for  thy  children  with  Jesus  to 
plead,  [need 

That  He  may  forgive  us,  and  grant  us  in 

His  strength  and  protection  divine. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  who  chose  for  his 
A  Mother,  the  daughter  of  Eve  ;       [Son 

All   praise   to   the  glorious  Child  of  her 
womb ; 

All  praise  to  the  infinite  Spirit,  by  Whom 
Her  glory  it  was  to  conceive. 


ST.    ROSE    OF    LIMA. 
August  30. 

First  flow'ret  of  the  desert  wild ! 

Whose  leaves  the  sweets  of  grace  exhale, 
We  greet  thee,  Lima's  sainted  child — 

Rose  of  America — all  hail ! 

When  first  appear'd  the  infant  smile, 
Beaming  upon  thy  features  meek, 

It  seem'd  as  if  there  blush'd,  the  w^hile, 
The  Rose-bud  on  thy  virgin  cheek. 
109 


ST.  KOSE  OF  LEVIA. 


And  hence  thy  name,  St.  Rose,  was  given, 
Not  by  thy  earthly  parents'  choice, 

But  by  the  holy  Queen  of  Heaven, 
Who  bade  thee  in  that  name  rojoice. 

Transplanted  from  the  worldly  gaze. 
Which   sometimes  taints  the  fairest 
flowers, 

In  solitude  thou  lov'dst  to  praise 
Thy  spouse  amid  Religion's  bowers. 

There  oft  thy  mind,  too  pure,  too  high, 
For  this  low  world  of  sin  and  strife. 

Held  blest  communion  \\dth  the  sky. 
Enjoying  Heaven  in  mortal  life. 

And  once,  amid  thy  rapturous  prayer, 
Thy  heavenly  Spouse  himself  came  down, 

Most  sweetly  breathing  in  thine  ear, 
"  Rose  of  my  heart,  receive  thy  crown." 

And  whilst  amid  his  glories  now. 

Thou  seest  him  face  to  face — oh  deign, 

St.  Rose,  to  hear  thy  suppliants'  vow. 
That  grace  and  glory  we  may  gain. 
110 


NATIVITY  OF  THE  B.  V.  MAKY. 


FEAST  OF  THE  NATIVITY  OF  THE  BLESSED 

VIRGIN   MARY. 

September  8. 

Aurora  quce  Solemn  paris. 

Sweet  Morn  I  thou  Parent  of  the  Sun ! 

And  Daughter  of  the  same  ! 
What  joy  and  gladness,  through  thy  birth, 

This  day  to  mortals  came  ! 

Clothed  in  the  Sun  I  see  Thee  stand, 

The  Moon  beneath  thy  feet, 
The  Stars  above  thy  sacred  head 

A  radiant  coronet. 

Thrones  and  Dominions  gird  Thee  round, 

The  Armies  of  the  sky ; 
Pure  streams  of  glory  from  Thee  flow, 

All  bathed  in  Deity ! 

Terrific  as  the  banner'd  line 

Of  battle's  dread  array ! 
Before  Thee  tremble  Hell  and  Death, 

And  own  thy  mighty  sway : 

While  crush'd  beneath  thy  dauntless  foot, 
The  Serpent  writhes  in  vain , 
111 


EXALTATION  OF  THE  HOLT  CROSS. 


Smit  by  a  deadly  stroke,  and  bound 
In  an  eternal  chain. 

O  Mightiest !  pray  for  us,  that  He 
Who  came  through  Thee  of  yore, 

May  come  to  dwell  within  our  hearts, 
And  never  quit  us  more. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  \dth  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  through  Whom 

The  Word  eternal  was  conceived 
Within  the  Virgin's  womb. 


EXALTATION  OF  THE  HOLY  CROSS. 

September  14. 

Pange  lingua  gloriosi* 

Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory ; 

Tell  his  triumph  far  and  wide ; 
Tell  aloud  the  famous  story 

Of  his  Body  crucified ; 
How  upon  the  Cross  a  Victim, 

Vanquishing  in  death.  He  died. 

*  The  same  for  the  Feast  of  the  Finding  op  the 
Holy  Cross,  May  3. 

112 


EXALTATION  OF  THE  HOLT  CROSS. 


Eating  of  the  Tree  forbidden, 

Man  had  sunk  in  Satan's  snare, 
When  our  pitying  Creator 

Did  this  second  Tree  prepare ; 
Destined,  many  ages  hiter, 

That  first  evil  to  repair.    ~ 
Such  the  order  God  appointed 

When  for  sin  He  would  atone ; 
To  the  Serpent  thus  opposing 

Schemes  yet  deeper  than  his  own ; 
Thence  the  remedy  procuring, 

Whence  the  fatal  wound  had  come. 
So  when  now  at  length  the  fulness 

Of  the  sacred  time  drew  nigh, 
Then  the  Son,  the  world's  Creator, 

Left  his  Father's  throne  on  high  ; 
From  a  Virgin's  womb  appearing, 

Clothed  in  our  mortality. 
All  within  a  lowly  manger, 

Lo,  a  tender  Babe  He  lies ! 
See  his  gentle  Virgin  mother 

Lull  to  sleep  his  infant  cries  ! 
While  the  limbs  of  God  Incarnate 

Round  with  swathing  bands  she  ties. 
8  113 


EXAI.TATION  OF  THE  HOLY  OEOSS. 


Blessing,  honor  everlasting, 

To  the  immortal  Deity ; 
To  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Equal  praises  ever  be ; 
Glory  through  the  earth  and  Heaven 

To  Trinity  in  Unity. 

[The  same  continued.] 
Lustra  sex  qui  jam  peregit. 

Thus  did  Christ  to  perfect  manhood 

In  our  mortal  flesh  attain ; 
Then  of  his  free  choice  He  goeth 

To  a  death  of  bitter  pain ; 
And  as  a  lamb,  upon  the  altar 

Of  the  Cross,  for  us  is  slain. 

Lo,  with  gall  his  thirst  He  quenches ! 

See  the  thorns  upon  his  brow  ! 
Nails  his  tender  flesh  are  rending ! 

See,  his  side  is  open'd  now ! 
Whence,  to  cleanse  the  whole  creation, 

Streams  of  blood  and  water  flow. 

Lofty  Tree,  bend  down  thy  branches, 
To  embrace  thy  sacred  load ; 
114 


SEVEN  DOLOES  OF  THE  B.  V.  MARY. 


Oh,  relax  the  native  tension 
Of  that  all  too  rigid  wood ; 

Gently,  gently  bear  the  members 
Of  thy  dying  King  and  God. 

Tree,  which  solely  wast  found  worthy 
The  world's  great  Victim  to  sustain 

Harbor  from  the  raging  tempest ! 
Ark,  that  saved  the  world  again ! 

Tree,  with  sacred  Blood  anointed 
Of  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 

Blessing,  honor  everlasting. 

To  the  immortal  Deity ; 
To  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Equal  praises  ever  be : 
Glory  through  the  earth  and  Heaven 

To  Trinity  in  Unity. 


SEVEN  DOLORS  OF  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN 
MARY. 

SUNDAY  AFTER  THE  OCTAVE  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

0  quot  undis  lachrymarum. 

What  a  sea  of  tears  and  sorrow 
Did  the  soul  of  Mary  toss 
116 


SEVEN  DOLOKS  OF  THE  B.  V.  MARY. 


To  and  fro  upon  its  billowa, 
While  she  wept  her  bitter  loss ; 

In  her  arms  her  Jesus  holding, 
Torn  but  newly  from  the  Cross ! 

O  that  mournful  Virgin  Mother ! 

See  her  tears  how  fast  they  flow 
Down  upon  his  mangled  body, 

Wounded  side,  and  thorny  brow ; 
While  his  hands  and  feet  she  kisses, — 

Picture  of  immortal  woe ! 

Oft  and  oft  his  arms  and  bosom 
Fondly  straining  to  her  own  ; 

Oft  her  pallid  lips  imprinting 

On  each  wound  of  her  dear  Son ; 

Till  at  last,  in  swoons  of  anguish. 
Sense  and  consciousness  are  gone. 

Gentle  Mother,  we  beseech  thee. 
By  thy  tears  and  trouble  sore ; 

By  the  death  of  thy  dear  Offspring ; 
By  the  bloody  wounds  He  bore ; 

Touch  our  hearts  with  that  true  sorrow 
Which  afflicted  thee  of  yore. 
116 


FEASTS  OF  HOLY  GUAEDIAN  ANGELS. 


And  the  Son,  who  reigns  on  high, 
With  the  coeternal  Spirit, 

Trinity  in  Unity, 
Be  salvation,  honor,  blessing, 

Now  and  through  eternity. 


FEAST  OF  THE   MOST  HOLY  GUARDIAN 
ANGELS. 
October  2. 
Sterne  Rector  siderum. 
Ruler  of  the  dread  immense  ! 
Maker  of  this  mighty  frame  ! 
Whose  eternal  Providence 

Governs  and  upholds  the  same ! 

Low  before  thy  face  we  bend ; 

Hear  our  supplicating  cries ; 
And  thy  light  eternal  send. 

With  the  freshly  dawning  skies. 

King  of  kings !  and  Lord  most  high ! 

This  of  thy  dear  love  we  pray, — 
May  thy  Guardian  Angel  nigh 

Keep  us  from  all  sin  this  day. 


MATERNITY  OF  THE  B.  Y.  MAKY. 


May  he  crush  the  deadly  wiles 
Of  the  envious  Serpent's  art, 

Ever  spreading  cunning  toils 

Round  about  the  thoughtless  heart. 

May  he  scatter  ruthless  war, 
Ere  to  this  our  shore  it  come ; 

Plague  and  fomine  drive  afar ; 
Fix  securely  peace  at  home. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Everlasting  Trinity ! 
Guard,  by  thy  Angelic  host. 

Us,  who  put  our  trust  in  Thee. 

MATERNITY  OF  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN  MARY. 
Second  Sunday  in  October. 
Te  Mater  alma  Numinis. 
Mother  of  Almighty  God ! 

Suppliant  at  thy  feet  we  pray  ; 
Shelter  us  from  Satan's  fraud. 
Safe  beneath  thy  wing  this  day. 

'Twas  by  reason  of  our  Fall, 
In  our  first  Forefather's  crime, 

That  the  mighty  Lord  of  all 

Raised  thee  to  thy  rank  sublime. 
118 


PURITY  OF  THE  B.  V.  MARY. 

Oh !  then  upon  Adam's  race 
Look  thou  with  a  pitying  eye ; 

And  entreat  of  Jesus  grace, 
Till  He  lay  his  anger  by. 

Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 
Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son, 

With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

PURITY   OF  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN  MARY. 
Third  Sunday  in  October. 
0  Stella  Jacob  fulyida. 
Star  of  Jacob,  ever  beaming 
With  a  radiance  all  divine  ! 
'Mid  the  stars  of  highest  Heaven 
Glows  no  purer  ray  than  thine. 

All  in  stoles  of  snowy  brightness. 
Unto  thee  the  Angels  sing ; 

Unto  thee  the  virgin  choirs, — 
Mother  of  th'  eternal  King ! 

Joyful  in  thy  path  they  scatter 
Roses  white  and  lilies  fair ; 

Yet  with  thy  chaste  bosom's  whiteness, 
Rose  nor  lily  may  compare. 
119 


ALL 

Oh !  that  this  low  earth  of  ours, 
Answering  th'  angelic  strain, 

With  thy  praises  might  re-echo, 
Till  the  Heavens  replied  again. 

Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit. 
Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son ! 

With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 


ALL    SAINTS      DAY. 

November  1. 
Salutis  ceternce  dator. 
Giver  of  life,  eternal  Lord ! 

Thy  own  redeem'd  defend ; 
Mother  of  Grace  !  thy  children  save, 
And  help  them  to  the  end. 

Ye  thousand  thousand  Angel  Hosts  ! 

Assist  us  in  our  need  ; 
Ye  Patriarchs !  with  the  Prophet  Choir ! 

For  our  forgiveness  plead. 

Herald  of  Christ !  and  Thou  who  still 
Dost  Heaven's  dread  keys  retain ! 

Ye  glorious  Apostles  all ! 
Unloose  our  guilty  chain. 
120 


IMMACrXATE  CONCEPTION  OF  B.  V.  M. 


Army  of  Martyrs !  holy  Priests  ! 

In  beauteous  array ! 
Ye  happy  troops  of  Virgins  chaste  ! 

Wash  all  our  sins  away. 

All  ye  who  high  above  the  stars 

In  heavenly  glory  reign !  [gifts 

May  we,  through  your  blest  prayers,  the 
Of  endless  life  obtain. 

Praise,  honor,  to  the  Father  be, 

Praise  to  his  only  Son ; 
Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 

While  ceaseless  ages  run. 


IMMACULATE    CONCEPTION    OF    THE 
BLESSED  VIRGIN  MARY.* 

December  8. 

[Hymns  from  the  Office.] 

AT  MATINS. 

Salve  mundi  domina. 
Hail,  Queen  of  the  Heavens  ! 
Hail,  Mistress  of  earth ! 

*  The  Blessed  Virgin  Mary,  "  Conceived  without 
SIN,"  is  the  Patroness  of  the  United  States.     The  Feast 
is  solemnized  on  the  Sunday  within  the  Octave. 
121 


TMMAOULATE  CONCEPTIOX  OF  B.  V.  M. 


Hail,  Virgin  most  pure, 
Of  immaculate  birth ! 
Clear  Star  of  the  Morning, 
In  beauty  enshrined ! 
O  Lady,  make  speed 
To  the  help  of  mankind ! 

Thee  God  in  the  depth 
Of  eternity  chose ; 
And  form'd  thee  all  foir, 
As  his  glorious  Spouse  ; 
And  call'd  thee  his  Word's 
Own  Mother  to  be, 
By  whom  He  created 
The  earth,  sky,  and  sea. 

AT  PRIME. 

Salve  Virgo  sapiens. 
Hail,  Virgin  most  wise ! 
Hail,  Deity's  Shrine, 
With  seven  fair  pillars 
And  Table  divine ! 
Preserved  from  the  guilt 
Which  has  come  on  us  all ! 
122 


TMMACITLATE  CONCEPTION  OF  B.  V.  M. 


Exempt  in  the  womb 
From  the  taint  of  the  Fall ! 

O  new  Star  of  Jacob  ! 
Of  Angels  the  Queen  ! 
O  Gate  of  the  Saints  1 
O  Mother  of  men ! 
O  terrible  as 
The  embattled  array ! 
Be  thou  of  the  Faithful 
The  refuge  and  stay. 

AT    TERCE. 

Salve  area  foederis. 

Hail,  Solomon's  Throne ! 
Pure  Ark  of  the  Law  ! 
Fair  Rainbow  and  Bush 
Which  the  Patriarch  saw  ! 
Hail,  Gedeon's  Fleece ! 
Hail,  blossoming  Rod ! 
Samson's  sweet  Honeycomb ! 
Portal  of  God! 

Well  fitting  it  was 
That  a  Son  so  divine 
123 


IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION  OF  B.  V.  M. 


Should  preserve  from  all  touch 

Of  Original  Sin ; 

Nor  suffer  by  smallest 

Defect  to  be  stain'd 

That  Mother,  whom  He 

For  Himself  had  ordain'd. 

AT    SEXT. 

Salve  Virgo  piierpera. 
Hail,  Virginal  Mother ! 
Hail,  Purity's  Cell ! 
Fair  Shrine  where  the  Trinity 
Loveth  to  dwell ! 
Hail,  Garden  of  pleasure ! 
Celestial  Balm ! 
Cedar  of  Chastity ! 
Martyrdom's  Palm ! 

Thou  Land  set  apart 
From  uses  profane, 
And  free  from  the  curse 
Which  in  Adam  began ! 
Thou  City  of  God! 
Thou  Gate  of  the  East! 
In  thee  is  all  grace, 
O  Joy  of  the  Blest  1 
124 


IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION  OF  B.  V.  M. 


AT   NONE, 

Salve  urhs  refugii 
Hail,  City  of  refuge ! 
Hail,  David's  high  tower ! 
With  battlements  crown'd, 
And  girded  wdth  power ! 
Fill'd  at  thy  Conception 
With  Love  and  with  Light ! 
The  Dragon  by  Thee 
Was  shorn  of  his  might. 

O  Woman  most  valiant ! 
O  Judith  thrice  blest ! 
As  David  was  nursed 
In  fair  Abishag's  breast ; 
As  the  saviour  of  Egypt 
Upon  Rachel's  knee ; 
So  the  world's  great  Redeemer 
Was  fondled  by  Thee. 

AT  VESPEKS 

Salve  horologium. 
Hail,  Dial  of  Achaz  ! 
On  Thee  the  true  Sun 
Told  backward  the  course 
Which  from  old  He  had  run ; 
125 


IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION  OF  B.  V.  M. 


And,  that  man  might  be  raiwed, 

Submitting  to  shame, 

A  little  more  low 

Than  the  Angels  became. 

Thou,  wrapt  in  the  blaze 
Of  His  infinite  Light, 
Dost  shine  as  the  morn 
On  the  confines  of  night ; 
As  the  Moon  on  the  lost 
Through  Obscurity  dawns ; 
The  Serpent's  Destroyer ! 
A  Lily  'mid  thorns ! 


AT  COMPLINE. 

Salve  Virgo  jiorens. 
Hail,  Mother  most  pure ! 
Hail,  Virgin  renown'd ! 
Hail,  Queen  with  the  stars 
As  a  diadem  crown'd ! 
Above  all  the  Angels 
In  glory  untold, 
Standing  next  to  the  King, 
In  a  vesture  of  gold  ! 
126 


THE  rNOIACTJLATE  CONCEPTION. 


O  Mother  of  mercy ! 
O  Star  of  the  wave ! 
O  Hope  of  the  guilty ! 

0  Light  of  the  grave ! 
Through  Thee  may  we  come 
To  the  Haven  of  rest ; 

And  see  Heaven's  King 
In  the  courts  of  the  Blest. 

THE     COMMENDATION. 

Supplices  offerimus. 
These  praises  and  prayers 

1  lay  at  thy  feet, 

O  Virgin  of  Virgins ! 
O  Mary  most  sweet ! 
Be  Thou  my  true  guide 
Through  this  pilgrimage  here, 
And  stand  by  my  side 
When  death  draweth  near. 


THE    IMMACULATE    CONCEPTION. 

Sine  lahe  concepta. 

0   PUREST   of  creatures!    sweet  Mother! 

sweet  Maid !  [laid ! 

The  one  spotless  womb  wherein  Jesus  was 

127 


THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION. 


Dark  night  hath  come  down  on  us,  Moth- 
er !  and  we  [Sea ! 
Look  out  for  thy  shimng,  sweet  Star  of  the 

Deep  night  hath  come  down  on  this  rough- 
spoken  world, 

And  the  banners  of  darkness  are  boldly 
unfurl'd ; 

And  the  tempest-tost  Church — all  her  eyes 
are  on  thee,  [Sea ! 

They  look  to  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the 

The  Church  doth  what  God  had  first  taught 

her  to  do ; 
He  look'd  o'er  the  world  to  find  hearts  that 

were  true ; 
Through  the  ages  He  look'd,  and  He  found 

none  but  thee,  [of  the  Sea ! 

And  He  loved  thy  clear  shining,  sweet  Star 

He  gazed  on  thy  soul ;  it  was  spotless  and 
fair,  [there ; 

For  the  empire  of  sin — it  had  never  been 

None  had  e'er  own'd  thee,  dear  Mother ! 
but  He,  [of  the  Sea  ! 

And  He  bless'd  thy  clear  shining,  sweet  Star 
128 


THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPnON. 


Earth  gave  Him  one  lodging ;  'twas  deep 

in  thy  breast, 
And  God  found  a  home  where  the  sinner 

finds  rest ; 
His  home  and  his  hiding-place,  both  were 

in  thee, 
He  was  won  by  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of 

the  Sea ! 

O  blissful  and  calm  was  the  wonderful  rest 
That  thou  gavest  thy  God  in  thy  virginal 

breast ; 
For  the  Heaven  He  left  He  found  Heaven 

in  thee, 
And  He  shone  in  thy  shining,  sweet  Star 

of  the  Sea ! 

To  simiers  what  comfort,  to  angels  what 

mirth, 
That  God  found  one  creature  unfallen  on 

earth, 
One  spot  where  his  Spirit  untroubled  could 

be, 
The  depths  of  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of 

the  Sea! 

9  129 


THE  IMMACULATE  CONCEPTION. 


So  age  after  age  in  the  Church  hath  gone 

round, 
And  the  Saints  new  inventions  of  homage 

have  found, 
New  titles  of  honor,  new  honors  for  thee, 
New  love  for  thy  shimng,  sweet  Star  of  the 

Sea! 

And  now  from  the  Church  of  all  lands  thy 

dear  name 
Comes  borne  on  the  breath  of  one  mighty 

acclaim ; 
Men  call  on  their  Father,  that  He  should 

decree 
A  new  gem  to  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of 

the  Sea ! 

O  shine  on   us  brighter  than  ever,  then, 

shine ! 
For  the  primest  of  honors,  dear  Mother !  is 

thine ; 
**  Conceived  vvdthout  sin,"  thy  new  title 

shall  be, 
Clear  light  from  thy  birth-spring,  sweet 

Star  of  the  Sea ! 
130 


EVENING  HYIStN   1 0  TIIE  B.  V.  MAET. 


So  worship  we  God  in  these  rude  latter  days; 
So  worship  we  Jesus  our  Love,  when  we 

praise 
His  wonderful  grace  in  the  gifts  He  gave 

thee,  [Sea ! 

The  gift  of  clear  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the 

Deep  night  hath  come  down  on  us,  Mother ! 

deep  night. 
And  we  need  more  tnan  ever  the  guide  of 

thy  light ; 
For  the  darker  the  night  is,  the  brighter 

should  be 
Thy  beautiful  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea! 


EVENING  HYMN  TO    THE    BLESSED    VIRGIN 
MARY. 

Ave  maris  Stella. 

1  Gentle  Star  of  ocean ! 

Portal  of  the  sky  ! 
Ever  Virgin  Mother 
Of  the  Lord  most  High ! 

2  Oh !  by  Gabriel's  Ave, 

Utter'd  long  ago, 
131 


EVENING  HYIktN  TO  THE  B.  Y.  2*IAHY. 


Stablish  peace  below. 

3  Break  the  captive's  fetters ; 

Light  on  blindness  pour ; 
All  our  ills  expelling, 
Every  bliss  implore. 

4  Show  thyself  a  Mother ; 

Offer  Him  our  sighs, 
Who  for  us  Incarnate 
Did  not  thee  despise. 

6  Virgin  of  all  Virgins ! 

To  thy  shelter  take  us : 
Gentlest  of  the  gentle ! 

Chaste  and  gentle  make  us. 

6  Still  as  on  we  journey, 

Help  our  weak  endeavor; 
Till  with  thee  and  Jesus 
We  rejoice  forever. 

7  Through  the  highest  Heaven, 

To  the  Almighty  Three, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
One  same  glory  be. 
132 


EVENING  HYIVIN"  TO  THE  B.  V.  MAJIT. 


1  Ave  maris  stella, 
Dei  mater  alma, 
Atque  semper  virgo, 
Felix  coeli  porta. 

2  Smnens  illud  Ave 
Gabrielis  ore, 
Fmida  nos  in  pace, 
Mutans  Evse  nomeii, 

3  Solve  vincla  reis, 
Prefer  lumen  caecis, 
Mala  nostra  peUe, 
Bona  cmicta  posce. 

4  Monstra  te  esse  matrem, 
Smnat  per  te  preces, 
Qui  pro  nobis  natus, 
Tulit  esse  tuus. 

5  Virgo  singularis, 
Inter  omnes  mitis, 
Nos  culpis  solutos, 
Mites  fac  et  castos. 

6  Vitam  prsesta  puram, 
Iter  para  tutum, 

Ut  videntes  Jesum, 
Semper  coUsetemur. 
133 


HYMN  FOK  THE  FEASTS  OF  APOSTLES. 


7  Sit  laus  Deo  Patri, 
Summo  Christo  decus, 
Spiritui  Sancto, 
Tribus  honor  unus. 


HYMN  FOR  THE  FEASTS   OF  APOSTLES. 
Sterna  Christi  munera. 
The  Lord's  eternal  gifts, 
Th'  Apostles'  mighty  praise, 

Their  victories,  and  high  reward. 
Sing  we  in  joyful  lays. 

Lords  of  the  Churches  they ;  . 

Triumphant  Chiefs  of  war ; 
Brave  Soldiers  of  the  Heavenly  Court ; 
True  lights  for  evermore. 

Theirs  was  the  Saints'  high  Faith; 
And  quenchless  Hope's  pure  glow; 
And  perfect  Charity,  which  laid 
The  world's  fell  tyrant  low. 

In  them  the  Father  shone ; 
In  them  the  Son  o'ercame ; 
In  them  the  Holy  Spirit  wrought, 
And  fill'd  their  hearts  with  flame. 
134 


FEASTS  OF  APOSTLES  AND  EVANQ. 


To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spuit,  glory  be ; 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so, 
Through  all  eternity. 


FOR    THE    FEASTS    OF    APOSTLES    AND 
EVANGELISTS. 

Exultet  orbis  gaudiis. 
Now  let  the  earth  with  joy  resound, 
And  highest  Heaven  re-echo  round ; 
Nor  Heaven  nor  earth  too  high  can  raise 
The  great  Apostles'  glorious  praise. 

O  ye  who,  throned  in  glory  dread. 
Shall  judge  the  living  and  the  dead! 
Lights  of  the  world  for  evermore  ! 
To  you  the  suppliant  prayer  we  pour. 

Ye  close  the  sacred  gates  on  high; 
At  your  command  apart  they  fly : 
Oh !  loose  us  from  the  guilty  chain 
We  strive  to  break,  and  strive  in  vain. 
Sickness  and  health  your  voice  obey ; 
At  your  command  they  go  or  stay : 
Oh,  then  from  sin  our  souls  restore ; 
Increase  our  vktues  more  and  more. 
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FOE  THE  FEASTS  OF  I^IAHTYRS. 


So  when  the  world  is  at  its  end, 
And  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend. 
May  we  be  call'd  those  joys  to  see 
Prepared  from  all  eternity. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ; 
As  ever  was  in  ages  past, 
And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 


FOR  THE  FEASTS  OF  MARTYRS. 
Deus  tuorum  militum. 
O  Thou,  of  all  thy  warriors,  Lord, 
Thyself  the  crown,  and  sure  reward ; 
Set  us  from  sinful  fetters  free. 
Who  sing  thy  Martyr's  victory. 

In  selfish  pleasures'  worldly  round 
The  taste  of  bitter  gall  he  found  ; 
But  sweet  to  him  was  thy  blest  Name, 
And  thus  to  heavenly  joys  he  came. 

Right  manfully  his  cross  he  bore. 
And  ran  his  race  of  torments  sore  : 
For  Thee  he  pour'd  his  life  away  ; 
With  Thee  he  lives  in  endless  day. 
136 


FOR  THE  FEASTS  OF  CONFESSORS. 


We,  then,  before  Thee  bending  low, 
Entreat  Thee,  Lord,  thy  love  to  show 
On  this  the  day  thy  Martyr  died, 
Who  in  thy  Saints  art  glorified! 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Be  glory  while  the  ages  run ; 
The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
Through  ages  of  eternity. 


FOR  THE  FEASTS  OF  CONFESSORS. 
Iste  Confessor  Domini,  colentes. 

1  The  Confessor  of  Christ,  from  shore  to 

shore 
Honor'd  with  solemn  rite ;        [o'er, 
This  day  went  up  with  joy,  his  labors 
To  his  blest  seat  m  light, 

[If  it  be  not  the  day  of  his  death,  the  following  is  sub- 
stituted.] 

This   day  receives  that   homage  which 
is  his. 
High  in  the  realms  of  light. 

2  Holy  and  innocent  were  all  his  ways ; 

Sweet,  temperate,  unstain'd ; 
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FOE  THE  FEASTS  OF  COKFESSOES. 


His  life  was  prayer, — his  every  breath 
was  praise, 
While  breath  to  him  remain'd. 

3  Ofttimes  his  merits  high  in  every  land, 

In  cures  have  been  display'd ; 
And  still  does  health  return  at  his  eom- 
To  many  a  frame  decay'd.      [mand 

4  Therefore  to  him  triumphant  praise  we 

And  yearly  songs  renew  ;  [pay? 

Praying  our  glorious  Saint  for  us  to  pray, 
All  the  long  ages  through. 

5  To  God,  of  all  the  centre  and  the  source, 

Be  power  and  glory  given ; 
Who  sways  the  mighty  world  through 
all  its  course, 
From  the  bright  throne  of  Heaven. 

1  IsTE  Confessor  Domini,  colentes 
Queni  pie  laudant  populi  per  orbem, 
Hac  die  laetus  meruit  beatas 
Scandere  sedes. 

[Si  non  est  dies  obitus,  dicatur.] 

Hac  die  laetus  meruit  supremos 
Laudis  honores. 
138 


FOE  THE  FEASTS  OF  VIRGINS. 


2  Qui  pius,  prudens,  humilis,  pudicus, 
Sobriam  duxit  sine  labe  vitam, 
Donee  humanos  animavit  aurse 

SpLritus  artus. 

3  Cujus  ob  praestans  meritum  frequentur, 
JEgra  quse  passim  jacuere  membra, 
Viribus  uiorbi  doraitis,  saluti 

Restituuntur. 

4  Noster  hinc  illi  chorus  obsequcntem 
Concinit  laudem,  celebresque  palmas ; 
Ut  piis  ejus  precibus  juvemur 

Onine  per  aevum. 

5  Sit  salus  illi,  decus  atque  virtus, 
Qui  super  coeli  solio  coruscans, 
Totius  mundi  seriem  gubernat 

Trinus  et  unus. 


FOR  THE   FEASTS   OF  VIRGINS. 

Jesu  corona  Virginum. 
Thou  Crown  of  all  the  Virgin  choir  I 

That  holy  Mother's  Virgin  Son ! 
Who  is,  alone  of  womankind, 
Mother  and  Virgin  both  in  one ; 
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HYMNS  AT  THE  BENEDICTION  OF 


Encircled  by  thy  Virgin  band, 
Amid  the  lilies  Thou  art  found ; 

For  thy  pure  brides  with  lavish  hand 
Scattering  immortal  graces  round. 

And  still,  wherever  Thou  dost  bend 
Thy  lovely  steps,  O  glorious  King, 

Virgins  upon  thy  steps  attend. 
And  hymns  to  thy  high  glory  sing. 

Keep  us,  O  Purity  divine. 

From  every  least  corruption  free ; 

Our  every  sense  from  sin  refine. 
And  purify  our  souls  for  Thee. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
All  honor,  glory,  praise,  be  given ; 

With  Thee,  O  holy  Paraclete ! 

Henceforth  by  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 

HYMNS    AT    THE    BENEDICTION    OF    THE 
BLESSED   SACRAMENT. 

0  salutaris  Eostia. 
1  O  SAVING  Victim !  opening  wide 

The  gate  of  Heaven  to  man  below! 
Our  foes  press  on  from  every  side ; — 
Thine  aid  supply,  thy  strength  bestow. 
140 


THE  BLESSED  SACKA^IENT. 


2  To  thy  great  Name  be  endless  praise, 
Immortal  Godhead,  One  m  Three! 
Oh,  gi-ant  us  endless  length  of  days, 
In  our  true  native  land,  with  Thee ! 

1  0  sALUTARis  Hostia ! 
Quae  cceh  pandis  ostium: 
Bella  premunt  hostilia : 
Da  robur,  fer  auxilium. 

2  Uni  trinoque  Domino, 
Sit  sempiterna  gloria : 
Qui  vitam  sine  termino, 
Nobis  donet  in  patria. 


Pange  lingua  gloriosL 

1  Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  glory, 

Of  his  Flesh  the  mystery  sing : 
Of  the  Blood,  all  price  exceeding. 

Shed  by  our  immortal  King, 
Destined,  for  the  world's  redemption, 

From  a  noble  womb  to  spring. 

2  Of  a  pure  and  spotless  Virgin 

Born  for  us  on  earth  below, 
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HYMNS  AT  THE  BENEDICTION  OF 


He,  as  Man  with  man  conversing, 
Stay'd,  the  seeds  of  truth  to  sow; 

Then  He  closed  in  solemn  order 
Wondrously  his  life  of  woe. 

3  On  the  night  of  that  Last  Supper, 

Seated  with  his  chosen  band, 
He  the  paschal  victim  eating, 

First  fulfils  the  law's  command; 
Then,  as  Food  to  all  his  brethren 

Gives  Himself  with  his  own  hand. 

4  Word  made  Flesh,  the  bread  of  nature 

By  his  word  to  Flesh  He  turns ; 
Wine  into  his  Blood  He  changes : — 

What  though  sense   no  change  dis- 
Only  be  the  heart  in  earnest,        [cerns  ? 

Faith  her  lesson  quickly  learns. 

[Tantum  ergo  sacramentnm.] 

5  Down  in  adoration  falling, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  Host  we  hail ! 
Lo !  o'er  ancient  forms  departing, 

Newer  rites  of  grace  prevail ; 
Faith,  for  all  defects  supplying, 

Where  the  feeble  senses  fail. 
142 


THE  BLESSED  SACRAMENT. 


To  the  Everlasting  Father, 

And  the  Son  who  reigns  on  high, 

With  the  Holy  Ghost  proceeding 
Forth  from  Each  eternally, 

Be  salvation,  honor,  blessing, 
Might,  and  endless  majesty. 

1  Paxge  lingua  gloriosi 
Corporis  mysterium, 
Sanguinisque  pretiosi, 
Quern  in  mundi  pretium 
Fructus  ventris  generosi 
Rex  effudit  gentium. 

2  Nobis  datus,  nobis  natus 
Ex  intacta  Virgine, 

Et  in  mundo  conversatus, 
Sparso  verbi  semine, 
Sui  moras  incolatus 
Miro  clausit  ordine. 

3  In  supremse  nocte  coenae 
Recumbens  cum  fratribus, 
Observata  lege  plane 
Cibis  in  legalibus, 
Cibum  turbse  duodenae 
Se  dat  suis  manibus. 

143 


HYMNS  AT  THE  BENEDICTION  OF 


4  Verbum  caro,  panem  verum 
Verbo  carnem  efficit : 
Fitque  sanguis  Christi  mermn : 
Et,  si  sensus  deficit, 

Ad  firmandum  cor  sincerum 
Sola  fides  sufficit. 

5  Tantum  ergo  Sacramentum 
Yeneremur  cernui ; 

Et  antiquum  docmnentum 
K'ovo  cedat  ritui : 
Prsestet  fides  supplementum 
Sensuiun  defectui. 

6  Genitori,  Genitoque 
Laus  et  jubilatio, 

Salus,  honor,  virtus  quoque, 
Sit  et  benedictio: 
Procedenti  ab  utroque 
Compar  sit  laudatio. 


Ave,  verum  corpus  natum. 
Hail  to  Thee  I  true  Body,  sprung 
From  the  Virgin  Mary's  womb  ! 
The  same  that  on  the  Cross  was  hung, 
And  bore  for  man  the  bitter  doom ! 
144 


THE  BLESSED  SACRAMENT. 


Thou,  whose  side  was  pierced,  andflow'd 
Both  with  water  and  with  blood ; 
Suffer  us  to  taste  of  Thee, 
In  our  life's  last  agony. 

O  kind,  O  loving  One  ! 
O  sweet  Jesu,  Mary's  Son  ! 


Adoro  Te  devote  latens  Deitas. 

0  Godhead  hid,  devoutly  I  adore  Thee, 
Who  truly  art  within  the  forms  before  me ; 
To  Thee  my  heart  I  bow  with  bended  knee, 
As  failing  quite  in  contemplating  Thee. 

Sight,  touch,  and  taste  in  Thee  are  each 

deceived ; 
The  ear  alone  most  safely  is  believed ; 

1  believe  all  the  Son  of  God  has  spoken, 
Than  truth's  own  word  there  is  no  truer 

token. 

God  only  on  the  Cross  lay  hid  from  view ; 
But  here  lies  hid  at  once  the  Manhood  too : 
And  I,  in  both  professing  my  belief. 
Make  the  same  prayer  as  the  repentant  thief. 
10  145 


Thy  wounds,  as  Thomas  saw,  I  do  not  see : 
Yet  Thee  confess  my  Lord  and  God  to  be ; 
Make    me   believe   Thee  ever   more   and 

more ; 
In  Thee  my  hope,  in  Thee  my  love  to  store. 

O  thou  Memorial  of  our  Lord's  own  dying ! 
O  living  Bread,  to  mortals  life  supplying ! 
Make  Thou  my  soul  henceforth  on  Thee  to 

live; 
Ever  a  taste  of  heavenly  sweetness  give. 

O  loving  Pelican !  O  Jesu,  Lord ! 
Unclean  I  am,  but  cleanse  me  in  thy  blood ; 
Of  which  a  single  drop,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Can  purge  the  entu-e  world  from  all  its  guilt. 

Jesu !  whom  for  the  present  veil'd  I  see, 
What  I  so  thirst  for,  oh,  vouchsafe  to  me : 
That  I  may  see  thy  countenance  unfolding, 
And  may  be  blest  thy  glory  in  beholding. 

[The  following  is  usually  sung  after  every  stanza.] 

Jesu,  eternal  Shepherd !  hear  our  cry  : 
Increase  the  faith  of  all  whose  souls  on 
Thee  rely. 

146 


JESUS  OrR  REDEEMER. 


JESUS    OUR    REDEEMER. 
Jesu  nostra  Hedemptio. 

O  Jesu  !  our  Redemption ! 

Loved  and  desired  with  tears ! 
God,  of  all  worlds  Creator ! 
Man,  in  the  close  of  years ! 

Wliat  wondrous  pity  moved  Thee 
To  make  our  cause  thine  own ! 

And  suffer  death  and  torments. 
For  sinners  to  atone ! 

O  Thou,  who  piercing  Hades, 
Thy  captives  didst  unchahi ! 

Who  gloriously  ascendedst 
Thy  Father's  Throne  again ! 

Subdue  our  many  evils 

By  mercy  all  divine ; 
And  comfort  with  thy  presence 

The  hearts  that  for  Thee  pine. 

Be  Thou  our  joy,  O  Jesu ! 

In  whom  our  prize  we  see ; 
Always,  through  all  the  ages. 

In  Thee  our  glory  be. 
U1 


THE  DAY  OF  JUDGMENT. 


THE    DAY    OF    JUDGMENT. 
Dies  ir<x,  dies  ilia. 

NiGHER  still,  and  still  more  nigh 
Draws  the  Day  of  Prophecy, 
Doom'd  to  melt  the  earth  and  sky. 

Oh,  what  trembling  there  shall  be, 
When  the  w^orld  its  Judge  shall  see, 
Coming  in  dread  majesty ! 

Hark !  the  trump,  with  thrilling  tone, 
From  sepulchral  regions  lone, 
Summons  all  before  the  throne : 

Time  and  Death  it  doth  appal, 
To  see  the  buried  ages  all 
Rise  to  answer  at  the  call. 

Now  the  books  are  open  spread ; 
Now  the  WTiting  must  be  read. 
Which  condemns  the  quick  and  dead : 

Now,  before  the  Judge  severe 
Hidden  things  must  all  appear ; 
Naught  can  pass  unpunish'd  here. 
148 


THE  DAT  OF  JUDGMENl. 


What  shall  guilty  I  then  plead  ? 

Who  for  me  wall  intercede, 

When  the  Saints  shall  comfort  need  ? 

Krng  of  dreadful  Majesty  ! 
Who  dost  freely  justify ; 
Fount  of  Pity,  save  Thou  me ! 

Recollect,  O  Love  divine ! 
'Twas  for  this  lost  sheep  of  thine 
Thou  thy  glory  didst  resign : 

Satest  wearied  seeking  me ; 
Sufferedst  upon  the  Tree ; 
Let  not  vain  thy  labor  be. 

Judge  of  Justice,  hear  my  prayer ! 
Spare  me,  Lord,  in  mercy  spare ! 
Ere  the  Reckoning-day  appear. 

Lo  !  thy  gracious  face  I  seek ; 
Shame  and  grief  are  on  my  cheek ; 
Sighs  and  tears  my  sorrow  speak. 

Thou  didst  Mary's  guilt  forgive ; 
Didst  the  dying  thief  receive ; 
Hence  doth  hope  within  me  live. 
149 


THE  DAY  OF  JUDGIVIENT. 


Worthless  are  my  prayers,  I  know ; 
Yet,  oh,  cause  me  not  to  go 
Into  everlasting  woe. 

Sever'd  from  the  guilty  band, 
Make  me  with  thy  sheep  to  stand. 
Placing  me  on  thy  right  hand. 

When  the  cursed  in  anguish  flee 

Into  flames  of  misery ; 

With  the  Blest  then  call  Thou  me. 

Suppliant  in  the  dust  I  lie  ; 

My  heart  a  cinder,  crush'd  and  dry ; 

Help  me,  Lord,  when  death  is  nigh ! 

Full  of  tears,  and  full  of  dread, 
Is  the  day  that  wakes  the  dead, 
Calling  all,  with  solemn  blast, 
From  the  ashes  of  the  past. 

Lord  of  mercy  !  Jesu  blest ! 
Grant  the  Faithful  light  and  rest. 
150 


HYMNS  FOR  COMMUOTON. 


HYMNS 

FOa  PAKTICULAB,   OCCASIONS    OF   DEVOTION. 


HYMNS    FOR    COMMUNION. 
Ecce  Funis  Angelorum.    [See  page,  83.] 

Viva,  viva,  Gesu.    [See  page  53.] 

HTMN  OF  ST.  FBANCIS  XAVIEE. 

0  Deus,  ego  amo  Te.    [See  page  63.] 

My    GOD    AND    MY   ALL, 

"  Deus  mens  et  o^nnia.'" — St.  Francis. 

While  Thou,  O  my  God,  art  my  help  and 
defender, 
No  cares  can  o'erwhelm  me,  no  terrors 
appal ; 
The  wiles  and  the  snares  of  this  world  will 
but  render 
More  lively  my  hope  in  my  God  and  my 
all, 

151 


HYMNS  FOE  COMMUOTON. 


Yes ;  Thou  art  my  refuge  in  sorrow  and 
danger  ; 
My  strength  when  I  suffer;    my  hope 
when  I  fiill ; 
My  comfort  and  joy  in  this  land  of  the 
stranger ; 
My  treasure,  my  glory,  my  God,  and  my 
all. 

To  Thee,  dearest  Lord,  will  I  turn  without 
ceasing. 
Though  grief  may  oppress  me,  or  sorrow 
befall; 
And  love  Thee,  till  death,  my  blest  spirit 
releasing, 
Secures  to  me  Jesus,  my  God  and  my  all. 

And  when  Thou  demandest  the  life  Thou 
hast  given, 
With  joy  will  I  answer  thy  merciful  call ; 
And  quit  Thee  on  earth,  but  to  find  Thee 
in  heaven. 
My  portion  forever,  my  God,  and  my  all. 
152 


HYMNS  FOR  COMMUNION. 


HOLY  COMMUNION. 

O  WHAT  could  my  Jesus  do  more, 
Or  what  greater  blessing  impart ! 

O  silence,  my  soul,  and  Adore, 

And  press  Him  still  near  to  thy  heart. 

'Tis  here  from  my  labors  I'll  rest. 

Since  He  makes  ray  poor  heart  his  abode ; 

To  Him  all  my  cares  I'll  address, 
And  speak  to  the  heart  of  my  God. 

For  life  and  for  death  Thou  art  mine, 
My  Saviour,  I'm  seal'd  with  thy  blood; 

Till  eternity  on  me  doth  shine, 
I'll  feed  on  the  flesh  of  my  God. 

In  Jesus  triumphant  I  live — 

In  Jesus  exultingly  die — 
The  terrors  of  death  calmly  brave — 

In  his  bosom  breathe  out  my  last  sigh. 


AFTER    COMMUNION. 

What  happiness  can  equal  mine  1 
I've  found  the  object  of  my  love — 

My  Jesus  dear — my  King  divine, 
Is  come  to  me  from  heaven  above ! 
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HYMNS  FOR  COMMUNION. 


He  chose  my  heart  for  his  abode ; 

There  He  becomes  my  daily  bread ; 
There  on  me  flows  his  healing  blood, 

There,  with  his  flesh,  my  soul  is  fed. 

I  am  my  Love's,  and  He  is  mine ; 

In  me  He  dwells;  in  Him  I  live ; 
What  greater  gifts  could  love  combine  ? 

What  greater  could  even  heaven  give? 
O  sacred  banquet,  heavenly  feast ! 

O  overflowing  source  of  grace  ! 
Where  God  the  food,  and  man  the  guest, 

Meet  and  unite  in  sweet  embrace ! 

[The  Hymns  at  the  Benediction  of  the  Blessed  Sacra- 
ment, pages  140  to  146,  may  also  be  used  with  ad- 
vantage.] 


FIRST     COMMUNION. 
HYMN  OF  ST.  BERNARD. 

Jesit  I  dulcis  memoria. 
[All  the  parts,  pages  40  to  43.] 

Lux  alma  Jesu  mentium. 
Light  of  the  soul,  O  Sa\-iour  blest ! 
Soon  as  thy  presence  fills  the  breast, 
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HYMNS  FOR  COMMUNION. 


Darkness  and  guilt  are  put  to  flight, 
And  all  is  sweetness  and  delight. 

Son  of  the  Father !  Lord  most  high ! 
How  glad  is  he  who  feels  Thee  nigh ! 
How  sweet  in  Heaven  thy  beam  doth  glow, 
Denied  to  eye  of  flesh  below ! 

O  Light  of  Light  celestial ! 

O  Charity  ineftable ! 

Come  in  thy  hidden  majesty ; 

Fill  us  with  love,  fill  us  with  Thee. 

To  Jesus,  from  the  proud  conceal'd, 
But  evermore  to  babes  reveal'd. 
All  glory  with  the  Father  be, 
And  Holy  Gliost  eternally. 

LOXGING  FOR  CHRIST, 

My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee 
To  dwell  within  my  breast ; 

Although  I  am  unworthy 
Of  so  divine  a  Guest ! 

Of  so  divine  a  Guest — 
Unworthy  though  I  be ; 
155 


HYMNS  FOE  CONFESSION. 


Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 
Until  it  come  to  Thee  ! 

Until  it  come  to  Thee, — 
In  vain  I  look  around  ; 

In  all  that  I  can  see, 
No  rest  is  to  be  found ! 

No  rest  is  to  be  found, 
But  in  thy  bleeding  love : 

Oh !  let  my  wish  be  crown'd, 
And  send  it  from  above ! 


HYMNS    FOR   CONFESSION. 

THE  sinner's  PEAYER. 

[From  the  Hymn,  Ex  more  docti  mystico."] 

Lord  !  let  me  shun  whatever  things 

Distract  the  erring  heart ; 
And  let  me  shut  the  soul  against 

The  tyrant  Tempter's  art. 

Look  on  these  tears,  wherewith  I  strive 
Thy  vengeance  to  appease  : 

Lord !  hear  me  say  with  contrite  voice, 
Lowly  on  bended  knees : 
156 


HYMNS  FOK  CONFESSION. 


"  Much  have  I  sinn'd,  O  Lord !  and  still 

I  sin  each  day  I  live ; 
Yet  pour  thy  pity  from  on  high, 

And  of  thy  grace  forgive. 

Remember  that  I  still  am  thine, 

Though  of  a  fallen  frame  : 
And  take  not  from  me  in  thy  wrath 

The  glory  of  thy  name. 

Undo  past  evil ;  grant  me,  Lord, 

More  grace  to  do  aright ; 
So  let  me  now  and  ever  find 

Acceptance  in  thy  sight." 

Blest  Trinity  in  Unity  ! 

Vouchsafe  me  in  thy  love, 
True  hate  of  sin  ;  death  in  thy  grace, 

And  endless  joys  above. 

Alma  Redemptoris  Mater.     [See  page  24.] 

Ave  Regina  ccelorum.     [See  page  24.] 

Exultet  orbis  gaudiis.     [See  page  135.] 
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HY]MNS  FOK  CONFESSION. 


AFTER  CONFESSION. 

Rex  sempiterne  ccelitum. 

O  Thou,  the  Heaven's  eternal  King ! 

Lord  of  the  starry  spheres ! 
Who  with  the  Father  equal  art 

From  everlasting  years : 

All  praise  to  thy  most  holy  Name, 
Who,  when  the  world  began, 

Yoking  the  soul  with  clay,  didst  form 
In  thine  own  image,  Man. 

And  praise  to  Thee,  who,  when  the  Foe 
Had  marr'd  thy  work  sublime. 

Clothing  Thyself  in  flesh,  didst  mould 
Our  race  a  second  time ; 

When  from  the  tomb  new  born,  as  from 

A  Virgin  born  before. 
Thou  didst  reverse  our  fallen  state, 

And  life  to  man  restore. 

Eternal  Shepherd !  who  thy  flock 

In  thy  pure  Font  dost  lave,  [guilt 

Where  souls  are  cleansed,  and  all  their 
Buried  as  in  a  grave ; 


HY^tNS  FOK  CONFESSION. 


Jesu !  who  to  the  Cross  wast  nail'd, 
Our  countless  debt  to  pay ; 

Jesu !  who  lavishly  didst  pour 
Thy  blood  for  us  away  : 

Oh,  from  the  wretched  death  of  sin 
Keep  us ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 

The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 
Of  all  new  born  in  Thee. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose,  be  glory  given ; 

With  Thee,  Almighty  Paraclete ! 
By  all  in  earth  and  Heaven. 

Summi  Parentis  Uniee. 
Son  of  the  Highest !  deign  to  cast 

On  us  a  pitying  eye  ; 
Thou,  who  repentant  Magdalene 

Didst  call  to  endless  joy. 

Again  the  royal  treasury 

Receives  its  long-lost  coin  ; 
The  gem  is  found,  and,  cleansed  from 
mire. 
Doth  all  the  stars  outshine. 
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HYMNS  FOR  CONFIIiMATION. 


O  Jesu !  balm  of  every  wound  ! 

The  sinner's  only  stay  ! 
Wash  Thou  in  Magdalene's  pure  tears 

Our  guilty  spots  away. 

Mother  of  God !  the  sons  of  Eve 
Weeping  thine  aid  implore : 

Oh !  land  us  from  the  storms  of  life, 
Safe  on  th'  eternal  shore. 

Glory,  for  graces  manifold, 

To  the  one  only  Lord ; 
Whose  mercy  doth  our  souls  forgive, 

Whose  bounty  doth  reward. 


HYMNS  FOR  CONFIRMATION. 

Veni  Creator  Spiritus.     [See  page  73.] 
Veni  Sancte  Spiritus.     [See  page  76.] 

OFFERING. 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 
And  make  it  always  thine, — 

That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  Thee  decline. 
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HYMNS    OF  THE    LITAISTY  OF  OUR  LADY. 


Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall : 
Let  every  sin  be  crucified, — 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all ! 

Anoint  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace, 

Adopt  me  for  thine  own, — 
That  I  may  see  thy  glorious  face, 

And  worship  at  thy  throne  ! 

May  the  dear  blood,  once  shed  for  me, 
My  blest  atonement  prove, — 

That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 
The  purchase  of  thy  love ! 

Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  Thee  be  ever  given, — 
Then  life  shall  be  thy  service.  Lord, 

And  death  the  gate  of  heaven ! 


HYMNS  OF  THE  LITANY  OF  OUR  LADY. 
LADT    OF  LORETTO. 

Hadl,  holy  Virgin  !  Mary — Hail ! 
Whose  tender  mercies  never  fail ; 
Mother  of  Christ,  of  grace  divine, 
Of  purity  the  spotless  shrine, — 
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HYMNS    OF  THE    LITANY  OF  OUR  LADY. 


Mother  of  God,  with  vh'tues  crown'd, 
Most  faithful — pitiful — renown'd ; 
Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
And  hear  my  mournful  Litany. 

Mirror  of  justice,  and  of  joy. 
Wisdom  itself  without  alloy; 
Vessel  of  honor,  and  of  grace, 
Beholding  Jesus  face  to  face  : 
Mystical  Rose  of  rich  perfume, — 
Beauty  of  beauties,  bathed  in  bloom : 
Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
And  hear  my  solemn  Litany. 

Thou  Ivory  Tower,  beyond  compare, 
Like  that  of  David,  yet  more  rare ; 
Palace  of  peace,  and  House  of  Gold, 
Ark  of  the  Covenant  of  old  ; — 
Gate  of  that  heaven  beheld  afar, 
And  of  dark  night  the  Morning  Star  : 
Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
And  listen  to  my  Litany. 

Health  of  the  weak,  to  make  them 

strong. 
Refuge  of  sinners,  and  their  song; 
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Comfort  of  each  afflicted  breast, 
Haven  of  hope  in  reahns  of  rest ; — 
Queen  of  the  patriarchs  gone  before, 
Light  of  the  prophets'  learned  lore : 
Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
And  hear  my  lowly  Litany. 

Queen  of  the  thousand  thousand  quires, 
Where  angels  sweep  unnumberd  lyres ; 
Queen  of  apostles,  w^here  they  reign 
Assessors  to  the  Lamb  once  slain  ; 
Queen  of  the  martyrs — where  they  glow 
In  raiment  whiter  wash'd  than  snow : 
Queen  of  all  virgins,  look  on  me, 
And  listen  to  my  Litany. 

Lead  me,  oh !  lead  me  to  thy  Son, 
To  taste  and  feel  what  He  has  done ; 
To  lay  me  low  before  His  cross, 
And  reckon  all  besides  as  dross  : — 
To  speak,  and  think,  and  will,  and  move, 
And  love,  as  thou  wouldst  have  me  love : 
Oh  !  look  upon  this  bended  knee. 
And  hear  my  heart's  own  Litany. 
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HYMXS  OF  THE  LITAl^T  OF  OUE  LADY. 


ROSA  MYSTICA. 


Rose  of  the  Cross,  thou  mystic  flower ! 

I  lift  my  heart  to  tliee  : 
In  every  melancholy  hour, 

Mary  I  remember  me. 

A  wanderer  here,  through  many  a  wild 
Where  few  their  way  can  see, — 

Bloom  wdth  thy  fragrance  on  thy  child ; 
Mary !  remember  me. 

Let  me  but  stand  where  thou  hast  stood, 

Beside  the  crimson  tree  ; 
And  by  the  water  and  the  blood, 

Mary  I  remember  me. 

There  let  me  wash  my  sinful  soul, 

And  be  from  sin  set  free ; 
Drawn  by  thy  love,  by  grace  made  whole : 

Mary !  remember  me. 

Be  thy  blest  Son  my  all  in  all. 

To  whom  for  life  I  flee ; 
And  when  before  His  face  I  fall, — 

Mary !  remember  me. 
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HYAINS  OF  THE  LITANY  OF  OUB  LADY. 


Lead  me  forever  to  adore 

The  glorious  One  in  Three ; 
And  whilst  I  tremble  more  and  more, 

Mary !  remember  me. 

Rose  of  the  Cross,  thou  thornless  flower, 

May  I  thy  follower  be  ; 
And  when  temptation  wields  its  power, 

Mary !  remember  me. 

TURRIS    EBURNEA. 

Daughter  of  David,  ever  fair, 

In  all  thy  gentle  power, 
Oh !  let  me  find  thy  gracious  care 
An  Ivory  Tower ! 

Created  by  the  King  of  kings 

To  be  His  own  abode, — 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  His  wings. 
Mother  of  God ! 

For  this  to  thee  in  each  distress 

As  shelter  man  may  run. 
And  through  thee  hasten  on  to  bless 
Thy  glorious  Son. 
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HYMNS  OF  THE  LITANY  OF  OUK  LADY. 


Defend  me  then  in  thine  embrace, 
Where  safety  blends  with  rest, 
To  make  my  paradise  of  grace 
Thy  virgin  breast. 

Beauty  of  women !  Matchless  Maid ! 

Immaculate,  sublime  : 
When  death  in  low^ly  dust  hath  laid 
All  towers  of  time, — 

Thy  light  impearl'd  in  bliss  shall  glow, 

And  I  will  look  to  thee, — 
For  thou  hast  been,  in  weal  and  woe, 
A  Tower  to  me. 


FCEDERIS   ARCA. 

Holy  of  holies !  rend  the  veil 
Before  thy  throne  of  gold  : 

Ark  of  the  Covenant,  all  hail, — 
The  Virgin  we  behold ! 

Bright  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
In  one  mysterious  crowed. 

Expand  the  everlasting  hymn 
That  rolls  from  cloud  to  cloud. 
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HYMNS    OF  THE   LITAXY  OF  OUR  LADY. 


Odors,  in  folds  of  fragrant  fumes, 

Pervade  the  ravish'd  skies ; 
Whilst  angels  form,  with  arching  plumes, 

A  firmament  of  eyes  !* 

They  gaze,  and  as  they  gaze,  they  shine, 

And  as  they  shine,  admire, 
With  adoration  all  divine, — 

Alllove,— all  life,— all  fire! 

No  temple  there  is  made  w4th  hands 

By  human  priesthood  trod; 
Alone  the  once-slain  Victim  stands, 

The  living  Lamb  of  God  I 

To  Him  the  Blessed  Mary  prays. 

With  Him  she  intercedes; 
The  Church,  around  her,  homage  pays, 

For  whom  her  mercy  pleads. 

Oh !  that  on  earth  we  yet  may  bear 

A  part  with  those  above  ; 
And  mingling  oft  in  spirit  there, 

Be  swallow'd  up  of  love. 

*  Ezech.  i.  18-23  ;  x.  12  :  Apocal.  iv.  8. 

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HYMNS   OF  THE  LITAirr  OF  OUR  LADT. 


JANUA    CCELI. 

Gate  of  immortal  bliss, — 

Whose  sweet  celestial  ray 
Comes  shining  o'er  the  vast  abyss, 

That  severs  night  from  day, — 

My  soul  unfurls  her  wings 

To  soar  aloft  to  thee, — 
And  far  removed  from  earthly  things, 

Adores  thy  mystery. 

The  prophet  saw  that  fane 

Of  heavenly  beauty  fair. 
Where  Deity  itself  would  deign 

To  find  a  dwelling  there : 

One  portal  stood  alone,* 

Of  peerless  pearl  its  frame : 
There  would  the  Lord  ascend  his  throne, 

And  Mary  was  its  name. 

All  hail,  thou  matchless  Maid ! 

An  entrance  make  for  me, — 
Where  He  in  glory  is  display'd 

Who  came  to  us  through  thee. 

*  Ezekiel  xliv.  1,  2. 
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HYMNS   OF  THE   LITANY  OF  OUR  LADY. 


By  all,  and  more  than  mothers  know 

In  their  maternal  state, — 
By  all  thy  vigils,  tears,  and  woe. 

Thyself  immaculate ; — 

Thou  Virgin  Queen  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Present  me  to  thy  Son, — 
That  every  sin  may  be  forgiven, 

And  a  fresh  trophy  won. 

STELLA  MATUTINA  ! 

Star  of  the  Morning,  like  an  eye 

That  beams  upon  the  brow  of  love  ; 
Oh  !  let  thy  lustrous  radiancy 
Shine  from  above ! 

Crown  of  the  opening  day  of  days. 
When  Jesus  as  an  infant  smiled ; 
Teach  every  heart  aright  to  praise 
Thy  Holy  Child ! 

Brightness  of  beauty, — Diadem 
Of  nature  rising  out  of  night ; 
Lamp  of  the  Church !  her  Bridal  Gem, 
Fountain  of  Light ! 
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HYMNS    OF  THE   LITANY  OF  OUR  LADY. 


Glory  of  that  celestial  zone 

Arranged  by  God  in  dread  array, — 
A  galaxy  around  His  throne 
Of  saints  that  pray ; 

Centre  and  source  of  endless  grace 

For  those  who  on  thee  humbly  call ; 
With  the  bright  visions  of  thy  face 
Illumine  all ! 

Star  of  the  Morning,  like  an  eye 

That  beams  upon  the  brow  of  love ; 
Oh !  let  thy  lustrous  radiancy 
Shine  from  above ! 

DOMUS  AUREA. 

Light!  Light!  Infinite  Light! 

The  mountains  melted  away : 
Ten  thousand  thousand  seraphim  bright 

Were  lost  in  a  blaze  of  day  : 
For  God  was  there,  and  beneath  His  feet 

A  pavement  of  sapphires  glow'd,* 
As  the  mirror  of  glory  transcendently  meet 

To  reflect  His  own  abode ! 

*  Exodus  xxiv.  10. 
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HYTVmS    OF  THE   LITANY  OF  OUR  LADY. 


Love  !  Love !  Infinite  Love ! 

The  lowly  Lady  of  grace 
Bows  underneath  the  o'ershadowing  Dove, 

Her  eternal  Son  to  embrace ! 
For  God  is  there,  the  Ancient  of  Days, 

An  Infant  of  human  years : 
Whilst  angels   around  them   incessantly 
gaze, 

And  natuz'e  is  wrapt  in  tears ! 

Peace !  Peace  !  Infinite  Peace  ! 

A  Golden  House  hath  it  found, 
Whose  ineffable  beauty  must  ever  increase. 

With  immortality  crown'd ! 
For  God  was  there,  the  Lord  of  the  skies, 

Whose  loud  alleluias  ran 
From  heaven  to  earth, — as  Emmanuel  lies 

In  the  arms  of  Mary  for  man ! 

ALL  saints! 

Head  of  the  Hosts  in  glory ! 
We  joyfully  adore  Thee, — 

Thy  Church  on  earth  below, 
Blending  with  those  on  high, — 
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HYMNS   OF  TETE   LITANY  OF  OUR  LADl. 


Where  through  the  azure  sky 
Thy  saints  in  e.cstasy, — 
Forever  glow ! 

Armies  of  God !  in  union 

With  us,  through  one  communion,- 

Pour  forth  sweet  prayers : 
Our  souls  in  love  embrace, — 
Around  the  Saviour's  face, — 
And  ask  His  special  grace 

To  soothe  our  cares. 

Offer  those  golden  vials* 
Of  odors, — for  our  trials, — 

Before  the  throne : 
Till  God  the  Father  smile 
On  us, — though  we  were  vile, — 
Now  counted  without  guile, 

Through  Christ  alone ! 

Then  raise  the  song  of  gladness, 
To  dissipate  our  sadness — 

Along  this  vale  of  tears ; 
We  wend  our  weary  way 
Up  towards  the  realms  of  day, — 

*  Apocalypse,  v.  8. 
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HY]VmS    OF  THE   LITANY  OF  OUR  LADY. 

And  watch, — and  wait, — and  pray, 
Constant  in  fears ! 

Holy  Apostles ! — beaming 
With  radiance  brightly  streaming 

From  diadems  of  power ; 
Call  on  the  awful  name, — 
That  we,  through  flood  and  flame, 
The  gospel  may  proclaim, 

In  every  hour! 

Martyrs ! — whose  mystic  legions 
March  o'er  yon  heavenly  regions 

In  triumph  round  and  round  : 
Wave — wave  your  banners — wave ! 
Your  God — our  Saviour,  clave 
For  Death  itself  a  grave, — 

In  hell  profound ! 

Saints  ! — in  fair  circles,  casting 
Rich  trophies  everlasting 

At  Jesu's  pierced  feet, — 
Amidst  our  rude  alarms, 
Stretch  forth  your  conquering  arms, 
That  we,  too,  safe  from  harms, 

In  heaven  may  meet ! 
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Virgins ! — in  bliss  transcendent, 
Whose  coronals  resplendent 

Unwithering  bloom : 
Exalt,  in  ceaseless  lays. 
Him  whom  all  anthems  praise, 
And  ot't  our  spirits  raise 

With  your  perfume ! 

Angels — Archangels !  glorious 
Guards  of  the  Church  victorious  I 

Worship  the  Lamb ! 
Crown  Him  with  crowns  of  light, 
One  of  the  Three  by  right, — 
Love, — Majesty, — and  JNIight, — 

The  Great  I  AM  ! 


MONTH    OF    MAY. 

PIOUS    ASPIRATIONS    TO    THE    MOTHER    OF    GOD,  FOR 
EVERY  DAY  IN  THE  MONTH. 

[From  the  Italian.] 

1.  Jot  of  my  heart !  O  let  me  pay 

To  Thee  thine  own  sweet  month  of  May. 

2.  Mary !  one  gift  I  beg  of  Thee, — 
My  soul  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 

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MONTH    OF    MAY. 


3.  Direct  my  wandering  feet  aright, 
And  be  thyself  mine  own  true  light. 

4.  Be  love  of  Thee  the  purging  fire, 
To  cleanse  for  God  my  heart's  desire. 

5.  Mother !  be  love  of  Thee  a  ray 
From  Heaven,  to  show  the  heavenward 

way. 

6.  Mary !  make  haste  thy  child  to  win 
From  sin,  and  from  the  love  of  sin. 

7.  Mother  of  God  I  let  my  poor  love 
A  mother's  prayers  and  pity  move. 

8.  Oh,  Mary,  when  I  come  to  die, 

Be  Thou,  thy  spouse,  and  Jesus  nigh. 

9.  When  mute  before  the  Judge  I  stand, 
My  holy  shield  be  Mary's  hand. 

10.  Oh,  Mary !  let  no  child  of  thine 
In  hell's  eternal  exile  pine. 

11.  If  time  for  penance  still  be  mine, 
Mother,  the  precious  gift  is  thine. 

12.  Thou,  Mary,  art  my  hope  and  life, 
The  starlight  of  this  earthly  strife. 

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MONTH    OF    MAT. 


13.  Oh,  for  my  own,  and  others'  sin, 

Do  Thou,  who  canst,  free  pardon  win. 

14.  To  sinners  all,  to  me  the  chief, 
Send,  Mother,  send  thy  kind  relief. 

15.  To  Thee  our  love  and  troth  are  given ; 
Pray   for   us,   pray,   bright   Gate    of 

Heaven. 

16.  Sweet  Day-Star !  let  thy  beauty  be 
A  light  to  draw  my  soul  to  Thee. 

17.  We  love  Thee,  light  of  sinners'  eyes ! 
O  let  thy  prayer  for  sinners  rise. 

18.  Look  at  us.  Mother  Mary  !  see 
How  piteously  we  look  to  Thee. 

19.  I  am  thy  slave,  nor  would  I  be    [free. 
For  worlds  from  this  sweet  bondage 

20.  Oh,  Jesus,  Joseph,  Mary,  deign 
My  soul  in  heavenly  ways  to  train. 

21.  Sweet  Stewardess  of  God,  thy  prayers 
We  beg,  who  are  God's  ransom'd  heirs. 

22.  Oh,  Virgin  born !  Oh,  Flesh  Di\ine ! 
Cleanse  us,  and  make  us  wholly  thine. 

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MONTH     OF     MAY. 


23.  Mary,  dear  Mistress  of  my  heart, 
What  thou  wouldst  have  me  do,  impart. 

24.  Thou,  who  wert  pure  as  driven  snow, 
Make  me  as  Thou  wert  here  below. 

25.  Oh,  Queen  of  Heaven  !  obtain  for  me 
Thy  glory  there  one  day  to  see. 

26.  O  then  and  there,  on  that  bright  day, 
To  me  thy  womb's  chaste  Fruit  dis- 
play. 

27.  Mother  of  God !  to  me  no  less 
Vouchsafe  a  mother's  sweet  caress. 

28.  Be  love  of  Thee,  my  whole  life  long, 
A  seal  upon  my  wayward  tongue. 

29.  Write  on  my  heart's  most  sacred  core 
The  five  dear  wounds  that  Jesus  bore. 

30.  O  give  me  tears  to  shed  with  Thee 
Beneath  the  Cross  on  Calvary. 

31.  One  more  request, and  I  have  done; — 
With  love  of  Thee  and  thy  dear  Son, 
More  let  me  burn,  and  more  each  day, 
Till  love  of  self  is  burn'd  away. 

12  1*77 


CHRISTMAS  VESPEK  HY:MI^. 


CHRISTMAS    VESPER    HYMN. 

Depart  awhile,  each  thought  of  care, 

Be  earthly  things  forgotten  all ! 
And  speak,  my  soul,  thy  vesper  prayer, 

Obedient  to  that  sacred  call. 
For  hark  !  the  pealing  chorus  swells; 

Devotion  chants  the  hymn  of  praise. 
And  now  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 

Till  fainting  on  the  ear,  it  says, 
Gloria  tibi  Domine, 
Domine,  Domine. 
Thine,  wondrous  Babe  of  Galilee ! 

Fond  theme  of  David's  harp  and  song. 
Thine  are  the  notes  of  minstrelsy — 

To  Thee  its  ransom'd  chords  belong. 
And  hark !  again  the  chorus  swells, 

The  song  is  wafted  on  the  breeze, 
And  to  the  listening  earth  it  tells — 

In  accents  soft  and  sweet  as  these — 
Gloria  tibi  Domine. 
My  heart  doth  feel  that  still  He's  near, 

To  meet  the  soul  in  hours  like  this. 
Else — why,  O  why  that  falling  tear ! 

When  all  is  peace,  and  love,  and  bliss ! 
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STSrS  BEFORE  PKAYEK,  ETC 


But  hark  I  that  pealing  chorus  swells 
Anew  its  thrilling  vesper  strain ; 

And  still  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 

And  bids  creation  sing  again, 

Gloria  tibi  Domine. 


HYMN    BEFORE   PRAYER,  SERMON,  CATE- 
CHISM, ETC. 

Ven    Creator  Spiritus. 

Come,  O  Creator  Spirit ! 

Visit  this  soul  of  thine ; 
This  heart  of  thy  creating 

Fill  Thou  with  grace  divine. 

Who  Paraclete  art  call'd! 

The  gift  of  God  above ! 
Pure  Unction  I  holy  Fire ! 

And  Fount  of  life  and  love  ! 

Finger  of  God's  right  hand ! 

The  Father's  promise  true ! 
Who  sevenfold  gifts  bestowest ! 

Who  dost  the  tongue  endow ! 

Pour  love  into  our  hearts ; 
Our  senses  touch  with  light ; 
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FOK  AID  IN  PEAYEE. 


Make  strong  our  human  frailty 
With  thy  supernal  might. 

Cast  far  our  deadly  Foe ; 

Thy  peace  in  us  fulfil ; 
So,  Thee  before  us  leading, 

May  we  escape  each  ill. 

The  Father,  and  the  Son, 

Through  Thee  may  we  receive  ; 
In  Thee,  from  Both  proceeding, 

Through  endless  time  believe. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be ; 

Praise  to  the  Son  who  rose ; 
And  praise  to  Thee,  blest  Spirit ! 

While  age  on  ages  flows. 


FOR    AID    IN    PRAYER. 

ANOTHER  HTMN  BEFORE  PRATER,  ETC. 

Dear  Lord  !  prepare  our  souls,  and  train 
Our  hearts  in  thoughts  of  love  to  pray  ; 

Teach  us  to  know  our  sins,  and  gain 
New  triumphs  o'er  ourselves  each  day. 

How  oft  our  thoughts,  in  idle  chase, 
On  vanity  and  sin  run  wild, 
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HYMN  BEFOEE  SINGING. 


Our  best  resolves,  in  vra-ying  phase, 
Beguiling  come,  or  go  beguiled  ! 

Scarce  have  we  thought  on  good,  and  vow'd 
Firmly  to  walk  in  virtue's  road, 

Than  various  lures  around  us  crowd, 
And  push  aside  the  needful  goad. 

Caught  by  a  glittering  bait,  we  fall 

Sin's  easy,  weak,  and  thoughtless  prey; 

While,  all  unheeded,  virtue's  call 
Beckons  in  vain  another  way. 

Alas !  dear  Lord,  for  we  are  weak, 
Without  thy  help,  alas !  for  hell ! — 

Oh  !  hear  us,  then !     In  mercy,  speak ! 
And  teach  us  all  our  foes  to  quell. 

Dear  Lord,  Thou  hast  full  often  said, 
There  is  a  path — one  only  way — 

Oh  !  come,  then,  quickly  to  our  aid, 
And  teach  us  how  and  what  to  pray. 


HYMN  BEFORE  SINGING. 

Nunc  sancte   nobis  Spiritus. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  through  each  heart 

In  thy  full  flood  of  glory  pour : 

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HYMN  BEFORE  FAMILY  PRAYER. 


Who,  with  the  Son  and  Father,  art 
One  Godhead  blest  for  evermore. 

So  shall  voice,  mind,  and  strength  conspire 
Thy  praise  eternal  to  resound ; 

So  shall  our  hearts  be  set  on  fire, 
And  kindle  every  heart  around. 

Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry  I 
Hear  us,  O  sole-begotten  Son ! 

Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 

HYMN  BEFORE  FAMILY  PRAYER. 

Summce  Parens  clementice. 
O  Thou  eternal  Source  of  love ! 

Ruler  of  nature's  scheme ! 
In  Substance  One.  in  Persons  Three  ! 

Omniscient  and  Supreme  ' 

For  thy  dear  mercy's  sake  receive 
The  strains  and  tears  we  pour, 

And  purify  our  hearts  to  taste 
Thy  sweetness  more  and  more. 

Our  flesh,  our  reins,  our  spirits,  Lord, 
In  thy  clear  fire  refine ; 
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OUK   GKEAT   PEOTECTOK. 


Break  down  the  self-indulgent  will ; 
Gird  us  with  strength  divine. 

So  may  all  we,  who  here  are  met 
This  night*  thy  name  to  bless, 

One  day,  in  our  eternal  home, 
Thine  endless  joys  possess. 

Father  of  mercies !  hear  our  cry ; 

Hear  us,  coequal  Son ! 
Who  reignest  with  the  Holy  Ghost 

While  ceaseless  ages  run. 


OUR    GREAT  PROTECTOR. 

The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  God, 
Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide. 

The  Shepherd  by  whose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

In  verdant  meads  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose  ; 
Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 

Refreshing  water  flows. 

•  For  family  prayers  in  the  morning,  instead  of  "  This 
night,"  say  "  This  morn." 

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CHTLDKEN  OF  THE  HEAVENLY  KING. 


He  does  my  wandering  soul  reclaim, 

And,  to  his  endless  praise, 
Instructs  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 

In  his  most  righteous  ways. 

I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free. 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staif 

Defend  and  comfort  me. 

In  presence  of  my  spiteful  foes. 

He  does  my  table  spread ; 
He  crowns  my  cup  with  cheerful  wine, 

With  oil  anoints  my  head. 

Since  God  doth  thus  his  wondrous  love 
Through  all  my  life  extend, 

That  life  to  Him  I  will  devote. 
And  in  His  temple  spend. 


CHILDREN  OF  THE  HEAVENLY  KING. 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey,  let  us  sing; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worth  and  praise. 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 
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PEAISES  TO  THE  LORD. 


We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

O  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad, 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

Lord,  obediently  we  go. 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  Thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 


PRAISES  TO  THE  LORD. 

Sing  ye  praises  to  the  Lord,  Alleluia, 
Bless  his  name  with  one  accord,  Alleluia, 
For  'tis  owing  to  His  care.  Alleluia, 
What  we  have,  and  what  we  are,  Alleluia. 

He  first  made  us  by  His  power.  Alleluia, 
He  preserves  us  ev'ry  hour.  Alleluia, 
Food  and  raiment  all  are  His,  Alleluia, 
Present  comfort,  future  bliss,  Alleluia. 
185 


He  directs  our  steps  by  day,  Alleluia, 
Pointing  out  the  safest  way,  Alleluia, 
And  at  night  in  mercy  still.  Alleluia, 
Guards  us  from  all  kinds  of  ill.  Alleluia. 

God  forgave  us  when  undone,  Alleluia, 
And  redeem'd  us  by  his  Son,  Alleluia : 
Raise  your  voices  then,  and  sing,  Alleluia, 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King,  Alleluia. 


CHILD  S    PRAYER. 

O  Lord  !  another  day  is  flown ; 

And  we,  an  humble  band. 
Lift  up  our  voice  before  thy  throne, 

To  bless  thy  fost'ring  hand. 
And  wilt  Thou  lend  a  list'ning  ear 

To  praises  such  as  ours  ? 
Thou  wilt ;  for  Thou  dost  love  to  hear 

The  song  which  childhood  pours. 

Through  thy  dear  Son  we  now  address 

Our  prayer  to  Thee  above ; 
For  He  did  little  children  bless 

With  words  and  looks  of  love. 
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ST.  VINCENT  OF  PAUL. 


O  Father !  guide  our  wand'ring  feet, 
And  bless  us  on  our  way, 

Until  at  length  with  joy  we  greet 
The  dawn  of  endless  day. 


ST.  VINCENT    OF    PAUL. 
July  19. 

Mild  and  serene,  ye  angels,  appear; 

Assist  us  with  your  heavenly  power 
To  sing  his  praise,  whom  to-day  we  revere ; 
On  thee  we  call,  St.  Vincent  of  Paul : 
Aid  and  protect  us  ; 
May  we  from  thee 
Learn  blest  charity : 
Holy  Patron,  hear  our  prayer. 

In  thy  blest  bosom  all  virtues  reign'd : 

Thou  wert  the  helpless  orphan's  father, 
Thou  wert  the  cheerless  widow's  friend. 
And  slavery,  comforted  by  thee, 
Found  peace  in  its  fetters. 
May  we,  &c. 

Youth  and  old  age  from  thee  found  relief. 
Oft  by  zealous  endeavors  reclaiming 
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HYMN  TO  ST.  AJLOYSIUS  GONZAGA. 


The  sinner  from  vice,  to  a  contrite  return ; 
Thus  you  restored  to  its  Master  and  Lord 
The  soul  that  was  straying. 
May  we,  &c. 

Teach  us  thy  lessons  of  grace  to  improve ; 
Still  more  and  more  in  our  bosoms  in- 
creasing, 
life  shall  pass  on  in  our  Jesus's  love, 
Till  we  with  thee  in  eternity 
Will  adore  Him  forever. 
May  we,  &.c. 

HYMN  TO  ST.  ALOYSIUS  GONZAGA. 
June  21. 

The  youth  who  wealth  and  courts  despised, 
His  spotless  mind  above  to  raise, 

Who  every  rising  thought  chastised — 
'Tis  Aloysius  claims  our  lays. 

CHORUS. 

Amiable  and  angelic  youth, 
Aloysius,  pray  for  us. 

Born  by  the  sacred  Virgin's  aid, 

Soon  as  his  eyes  the  light  could  view, 
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HYMN  TO  ST.  ALOYSIUS  GONZAGA. 


His  soul  the  heir  of  iieaven  was  made, 
By  the  renovating  dew. 
Amiable,  &c. 

His  infant  Avords,  the  first  he  frames, 
He  utters  with  a  trembling  voice : 

Jesus  and  Mary !  hallow'd  names, 
Dwell  on  his  lips,  and  speak  his  choice. 
Amiable,  &c. 

Charm'd  with  the  Deity  alone, 
Terrestrial  pursuits  he  forsakes, 

And  ere  yet  half  to  manhood  grown. 

His  virgin  vows  to  Mary  makes. 

Amiable,  &e. 

The  tenor  of  his  life  so  bright. 

So  full  of  Angel  purity, 
A  seraph  from  the  realms  of  light, 

Dwelling  on  earth,  he  seem'd  to  be. 
Amiable,  &c. 

No  titles  win  nor  honors  move, 

No  worldly  charms  his  mind  allure ; 
The  ties  of  blood  but  serve  to  prove 
His  soul  on  every  side  secure. 
Amiable,  &c. 
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HYMN  TO  ST.  STANISLAUS  KOTSKA. 


Enamor'd  of  celestial  joys, 

Let  pride  and  wealth  my  choice  with- 
stand ; 
I  scorn  their  gifts,  they  are  but  toys, 
He  said,  and  joins  Loyola's  band. 
Amiable,  &.c. 

To  gain  perfection's  utmost  height. 
He  tries,  nor  was  his  trial  vain ; 

Of  sanctity  a  model  bright. 

He  stands  a  mirror  clear  of  stain. 
Amiable,  &-c. 

To  Jesus'  venerable  name 

May  endless  love  and  praise  accrue ; 
To  blessed  Trinity  the  same  ; 

To  Aloysius  honor  due. 
Amiable,  &c. 


HYMN  TO  ST.  STANISLAUS  KOTSKA. 

May  7. 

O  YE  angelic  bands,  attend ! 

From  heaven's  high  exalted  spires, 
With  mortal  accents,  deign  to  blend 

The  voice  of  your  harmonious  choirs. 
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HY^IN  TO  ST.  STAj^ISLAUS  KOTSKA. 


In  early  life's  most  tender  state, 

(O  thy  designs,  how  great,  O  God !) 

Young  Stanislaus  could  emulate 

The  virtuous  paths  that  saints  have  trod. 

Thy  tenderness,  O  Virgin  bright, 
Places  within  his  youthful  arms 

The  object  of  his  soul's  delight. 
An  infant  Saviour's  lovely  charms. 

Oh  happiness,  supremely  great ! 

No  grandeur  can  his  heart  decoy : 
Jesus,  thy  order  grants  a  seat, 

Receives  the  youth,  and  crowns  his  joy. 

Deluding  world,  thy  threats  are  vain, 
Your  tinsel  pleasures  lose  their  charms; 

The  generous  youth  they  can't  detain, 
He  lives  secure  in  Jesus'  arms. 

In  joyful  strains  come  sound  his  praise, 
With  anthems  fill  the  vaulted  sky ; 

Yd  angels,  wake  your  choicest  lays. 
And  greet  the  saint  now  flown  on  high. 
191 


HYMN  TO  ST.  CECILIA. 


HYMN    TO    ST.    CECILIA. 
November  22. 

Let  the  deep  organ  swell  the  lay, 
In  honor  of  this  festive  day, 
And  let  harmonious  choirs  proclaim 
Cecilia's  ever-blessed  name. 

Rome  gave  the  Virgin  martyr  birth, 
Whose  memory  has  fill'd  the  earth, 
Who,  in  the  early  dawn  of  youth, 
Has  fix'd  her  heart  on  God  and  truth : 

Thence  from  the  world's  bewild'ring  strife. 
In  peace  she  spent  her  holy  life. 
Teaching  the  organ  to  combine 
With  voice  to  praise  the  Lamb  di\dne : 

When  bade  forthwith  her  faith  deny, 
And  with  the  pagan  rites  comply, 
She  nobly  chose  the  bath  of  fire, 
There  to  be  tortured  and  expu*e : 

But  there  the  Virgin  felt  no  pain : 
One  night  and  day  she  did  remain, 
When,  roused  by  vengeance,  with  a  blow, 
The  lictor  laid  the  Martyr  low. 
192 


HYMN  TO  OUK  BLESSED  LADY. 


Cecilia,  with  a  twofold  crown 
Adorn'd  in  heaven,  we  pray,  look  down 
Upon  thy  pious  vot'ries  here. 
And  hearken  to  their  humble  prayer. 


HYMN  TO  ST.  FRANCIS  XAVIER. 
December  3. 

With  grateful  hearts,  let's  all  combine, 
And  sing  to-day  our  choicest  lays ; 

Let's  all  in  tuneful  accents  join, 
To  sound  the  great  Xaverius'  praise. 

Xaverius,  great  Loyola's  son. 

By  words  divine  from  error  gain'd. 

By  fervor  soon  the  conquest  won — 

The  earth  once  loved,  he  soon  disdain'd. 

With  toils  immense,  both  sea  and  land, 
Immortal  souls  to  God  to  gain. 

He  measures  o'er  at  God's  command, 
Then  dies  upon  a  desert  plain. 


HYMN  TO    OUR   BLESSED    LADY, 
FOR  THE  SOULS  IN  PUKGiiTORr. 

O  TURN  to  Jesus,  Mother !  turn. 
And  call  Him  by  his  tenderest  names  j 
U  193 


HYMN  TO  OUR  BLESSED  LADY. 


Pray  for  the  Holy  Souls  that  burn 
This  hour  amid  the  cleansing  flames. 

Ah !  they  have  fought  a  gallant  fight ; 

In  death's  cold  arms  they  persevered ; 
And  after  life's  uncheery  night, 

The  harbor  of  their  rest  is  near'd. 

In  pains  beyond  all  earthly  pains, 
Favorites  of  Jesus  !  there  they  lie, 

Letting  the  fire  wear  out  their  stains. 
And  worshipping  God's  purity. 

Spouses  of  Christ  they  are,  for  He 
Was  wedded  to  them  by  his  blood ; 

The  faithful  Cross  their  trysting-tree. 
Their  marriage-bed  its  hallow'd  wood. 

They  are  the  children  of  thy  tears ; 

Then  hasten.  Mother !  to  their  aid ; 
In  pity  think  each  hour  appears 

An  age  while  glory  is  delay'd. 

See,  how  they  bound  amid  their  fires, 
While  pain  and  love  their  spirits  fill ; 

Then  with  self-crucified  desires 
Utter  sweet  murmurs,  and  lie  still. 
194 


HYMN  TO  MY  GUAEDIAN  ANGEL. 


Ah  me !  the  love  of  Jesus  yearns 
O'er  that  abyss  of  sacred  pain, 

And  as  He  looks,  his  bosom  burns 
With  Calvary's  dear  thirst  again. 

O  Mary !  let  thy  Son  no  more 

His  lingering  Spouses  thus  expect ; 

God's  children  to  their  God  restore, 
And  to  the  Spirit  his  elect. 

Pray,  then,  as  thou  hast  ever  pray'd  ; 

Angels  and  Souls  all  look  to  thee; 
God  waits  thy  prayers,  for  He  hath  made 

Those  prayers  his  law  of  charity. 


HYMN  TO  MY  GUARDIAN  ANGEL. 

FOR    CHILDREN. 

Dear  Angel !  ever  at  my  side, 

How  loving  must  thou  be. 
To  leave  thy  home  in  Heaven  to  guard 

A  little  cliild  like  me  ! 

Thy  beautiful  and  shining  face 

I  see  not,  though  so  near ; 
The  sweetness  of  thy  soft  low  voice 

I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 
195 


HYMN  TO  MY  GUAKDIAN  ANGEL. 


I  cannot  feel  thee  touch  my  hand 
With  pressure  light  and  mild, 

To  check  me,  as  my  mother  did 
When  I  was  but  a  child. 

But  I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts 

Fighting  with  sin  for  me ; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 

The  sweetness  is  from  thee. 

And  when,  dear  Spirit !  I  kneel  down 
Morning  and  night  to  prayer. 

Something  there  is  within  my  heart 
Which  tells  me  thou  art  there. 

Yes !  when  I  pray  thou  prayest  too — 

Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me ; 
But  when  I  sleep,  thou  sleepest  not, 

But  watchest  patiently. 

But  most  of  all  I  feel  thee  near, 
When,  from  the  good  priest's  feet, 

I  go  absolved,  in  fearless  love. 
Fresh  toils  and  cares  to  meet. 

And  thou  in  life's  last  hour  mlt  bring 
A  fresh  supply  of  grace, 
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HYMN  TO  ]yrY  GrAEDIAii^  ANGEL. 


\nd  afterwards  wilt  let  me  kiss 
Thy  beautiful  bright  face. 

Ah  me  !  how  lovely  they  must  be 

Whom  God  has  glorified  ! 
Yet  one  of  them,  O  sweetest  thought ! 

Is  ever  at  my  side. 

Then  for  thy  sake,  dear  Angel !  now 

More  humble  will  I  be  : 
But  I  am  weak,  and  when  I  fall, 

O  weary  not  of  me ; 

O  weary  not,  but  love  me  still. 
For  Mary's  sake,  thy  Queen ; 

She  never  tired  of  me,  though  I 
Her  worst  of  sons  have  been. 

She  will  reward  thee  with  a  smile ; 

Thou  know'st  what  it  is  worth ! 
For  Mary's  smiles  each  day  convert 

The  hardest  hearts  on  earth. 

Then  love  me,  love  me.  Angel  dear ! 

And  I  will  love  thee  more  ; 
And  help  me  when  my  soul  is  cast 

Upon  the  eternal  shore. 
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FOR  A  HAPPY  DEATH. 


FOR    A    HAPPY    DEATH. 

*^ Moriatur  anima  mea  morte  justorum" 
Numb,  xxxiii.  10. 

Whdlst  I  dwell,  O  my  God,  in  this  valley 
of  tears, 
For  refuge  and  comfort  I  fly  unto  Thee : 
And  when  death's  awful  hour  with  its  ter- 
rors appears, 
O  merciful  Jesus,  have  mercy  on  me. 

When  my  soul,  on  the  verge  of  its  final 

release. 

By  the    shadows   of  death  o'erclouded 

shall  be ; 

When  earthly   enjoyments    forever   shall 

cease,  [me. 

Thou,  Joy  of  the  Dying,  bring  mercy  to 

When  my  strength  shall  decline,  and  my 
anguish  increase, 
And  my  sins  beyond  number  with  terror 
I'll  see ; 
When  I  turn  to  thy  mercy  for  pardon  and 
peace,  [on  me. 

Then,  Hope  of  the  Sinner,  beam  brightly 
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FOR  A   HAPPY   DEATH. 


When  weaken'd  by  illness — by  terror  op- 
press'd, 
My  pains  and  my  terrors  I  offer  to  Thee ; 
When  vainly  I  seek  for  some  solace   or 
rest, 
Then,  Strength  of  the  Martyrs,  bring 
comfort  to  me. 

When  my  reason  shall  fail,  and  my  life  shall 
decay ; 
When  the  scenes  of  this  world  shall  van- 
ish and  flee ; 
When    sunshine    and   shower   alike   pass 
away, 
Then,  Light  of  the  Blessed,  shine  sweetly 
on  me. 

When  heedless  of  earth,  and  of  all  that  sur- 
round me, 
For  pardon   and  mercy  I'll    call   upon 
Thee; 
When  death  with  its  fetters  forever  has 
bound  me, 
Then  Jesus, — sweet  Jesus, — be  Jesus  to 
me. 

199 


THE  MOST  HOLY  TRINITY. 


When,  weeping,  my  friends  shall  with  fer- 
vor implore  Thee, 
My  strength,  my  protector,  my  succor 
to  be ; 
When,  helpless  and  lonely,  I  tremble  be- 
fore Thee, 
Then,  Fountain  of  Mercy,  have  mercy 
on  me. 

Then,  dear  Lord,  the  dark  chain    of  my 
mis'ries  sever ; 
Then,  Rest  of  the  Weary-one,  call  me  to 
Thee; 
Then,  Crown  of  the  Just,  be  my  portion 
forever ; 
Then,  merciful  Jesus,  have  mercy  on  me. 


THE  MOST  HOLY    TRINITY. 

Have  mercy  on  us,  God  Most  High ! 

Have  mercy  upon  me. 
Have  mercy  on  us  worms  of  earth, 

Most  Holy  Trinity ! 

Most  ancient  of  all  mysteries ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  lie ; 
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THE  MOST  HOLT  TRINITY. 


Have  mercy  now,  most  merciful, 
Most  Holy  Trinity ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  were  yet  unmade, 
When  time  was  yet  unknown, 

Thou  in  thy  bliss  and  majesty 
Didst  live  and  love  alone  ! 

Thou  wert  not  born,  there  was  no  fount 
From  which  thy  being  flow'd  ; 

There  is  no  end  which  Thou  canst  reach ; 
But  Thou  art  simply  God.    " 

How  wonderful  creation  is, 

The  work  that  Thou  didst  bless ! 

And,  oh !  what  then  must  Thou  be  like, 
Eternal  Loveliness ! 

How  beautiful  the  Angels  are ! 

Tlie  Saints,  how  bright  in  bliss ! 
But  with  thy  beauty.  Lord !  compared, 

How  dull,  how  poor  is  this ! 

In  wonder  lost,  the  highest  heavens 

Mary,  their  queen,  may  see. 
If  Mary  is  so  beautiful, 

What  must  her  Maker  be  ? 
201 


THE  INFAlfT  JESIJS. 


No  wonder  Saints  have  died  of  love, 

No  wonder  hearts  can  break, 
Pure  hearts  that  once  have  learn'd  to  love 

God  for  his  own  dear  sake. 

O  Majesty  most  beautiful ! 

Most  Holy  Trinity  ! 
On  Mary's  throne  we  climb  to  gel 

A  far-off  sight  of  Thee. 

O  listen,  then,  Most  Pitiful ! 

To  thy  poor  creature's  heart ; 
It  blesses  Thee  that  Thou  art  God, 

That  Thou  art  what  Thou  art ! 

Most  ancient  of  all  mysteries  ! 

Still  at  thy  throne  we  lie ; 
Have  mercy  now,  most  merciful, 

Most  Holy  Trinity ! 


THE  INFANT  JESUS. 

Dear  Little  One !  how  sweet  Thou  art, 
Thine  eyes  how  bright  they  shine  ! 

So  bright  they  almost  seem  to  speak 
When  Mary's  look  meets  thine ! 
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THE  INFAiqT  JESUS. 


How  faint  and  feeble  is  thy  cry, 

Like  plaint  of  harmless  dove, 
When  Thou  dost  murmur  in  thy  sleep 

Of  sorrow  and  of  love ! 

When  Mary  bids  Thee  sleep,  Thou  sleep'st, 

Thou  wakest  when  she  calls ; 
Thou  art  content  upon  her  lap, 

Or  in  the  rugged  stalls. 

Simplest  of  Babes  !  with  what  a  grace 

Thou  dost  thy  Mother's  will ! 
Thine  infant  fashions  well  betray 

The  Godhead's  hidden  skill. 

When  Joseph  takes  Thee  in  his  arms, 

And  smooths  thy  little  cheek, 
Thou  lookest  up  into  his  face 

So  helpless  and  so  meek. 

Yes !  Thou  art  what  Thou  seem'st  to  be, 

A  thing  of  smiles  and  tears ; 
Yet  Thou  art  God,  and  heaven  and  earth 

Adore  Thee  with  their  fears. 

Yes !  dearest  Babe !  those  tiny  hands, 
That  play  with  Mary's  hair, 
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THE   INFAIs'T  JESUS. 


The  weight  of  all  the  mighty  world 
This  very  moment  bear. 

While  Thou  art  clasping  Mary's  neck 

In  timid  tight  embrace, 
The  boldest  seraphs  veil  themselves 

Before  thine  infant  face. 

When  Mary  hath  appeased  thy  thirst, 

And  hush'd  thy  feeble  cry, 
The  hearts  of  men  lie  open  still 

Before  thy  slumbering  eye. 

Art  Thou,  weak  Babe !  my  very  God  ? 

O  I  must  love  Thee,  then ; 
Love  Thee,  and  yearn  to  spread  thy  love 

Among  forgetful  men. 

O  dear !  O  wakeful-hearted  Child ! 

Sleep  on,  dear  Jesus !  sleep  ; 
For  Thou  must  one  day  wake  for  me 

To  suffer  and  to  weep. 

A  Scourge,  a  Cross,  a  cruel  Crown 

Have  I  in  store  for  Thee  ; 
Yet  why  ?  one  little  tear,  O  Lord  ! 

Ransom  enough  would  be. 
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JESUS   CETJCIFIED. 


But  no !  death  is  thine  own  sweet  will, 

The  price  decreed  above ; 
Thou  wilt  do  more  than  save  our  souls, 

For  Thou  wilt  die  for  love. 


JESUS    CRUCIFIED, 

O  COME  and  mourn  with  me  awhile ; 

See,  Mary  calls  us  to  her  side ; 
O  come  and  let  us  mourn  with  her, — 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 
While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 

Ah !  look,  how  patiently  He  hangs, — 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

How  fast  His  hands  and  feet  are  nail'd ! 

His  blessed  tongue  with  thirst  is  tied, 
His  failing  eyes  are  blind  with  blood, — 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

His  Mother  cannot  reach  his  face ; 

She  stands  in  helplessness  beside ; 
Her  heart  is  martyr'd  with  her  Son's, — 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 
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JESTJS   CKTJCIFIED. 


Seven  times  He  spoke,  seven  words  of  love, 
And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 

For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men ; — 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

What  was  thy  crime,  my  dearest  Lord  ? 

By  earth,  by  heaven.  Thou  hast  been  tried, 
And  guilty  found  of  too  much  love ; — 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

Found  guilty  of  excess  of  love, 

It  was  thine  own  sweet  will  that  tied 

Thee  tighter  far  than  helpless  nails ; — 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

Death  came,  and  Jesus  meekly  bow'd ; 

His  falling  eyes  He  strove  to  guide 
With  mindful  love  to  Mary's  face ; — 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

O  break,  O  break,  hard  heart  of  mme ! 

Thy  weak  self-love  and  guilty  pride 
His  Pilate  and  his  Judas  were  ; — 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

Come,  take  thy  stand  beneath  the  Cross, 
And  let  the  blood  from  out  that  side 
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THE    ASCENSION. 


Fall  gently  on  thee  drop  by  drop ; — 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears, — 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied ; 

A  broken  heart  love's  cradle  is ; — 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

O  Love  of  God  !  O  Sin  of  Man  ! 

In  this  dread  act  your  strength  is  tried : 
And  victory  remains  with  love, 

For  He,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 


THE    ASCENSION. 

Why  is  thy  face  so  lit  with  smiles, 

Mother  of  Jesus  !  why  ? 
And  wherefore  is  thy  beaming  look 

So  fix'd  upon  the  sky  ? 

From  out  thine  overflowing  eyes 
Bright  lights  of  gladness  part, 

As  though  some  gushing  fount  of  joy 
Had  broken  in  thy  heart. 

Mother !  how  canst  thou  smile  to-day  ? 
How  can  thine  eyes  be  bright, 
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THE    ASCENSION. 


When  He,  thy  Life,  thy  Love,  thine  All, 
Hath  vanish'd  from  thy  sight? 

His  rising  form  on  Olivet 

A  summer's  shadow  cast; 
The  branches  of  the  hoary  trees 

Droop'd  as  the  shadow  pass'd. 

And  as  He  rose  with  all  his  train 

Of  righteous  souls  around. 
His  blessing  fell  into  thine  heart, 

Like  dew  mto  the  ground. 

Down  stoop'd  a  silver  cloud  from  heaven, 

The  Eternal  Spirit's  car. 
And  on  the  lessening  vision  went. 

Like  some  receding  star. 

The  silver  cloud  hath  saU'd  away, 

The  skies  are  blue  and  free ; 
The  road  that  vision  took  is  now 

Sunshine  and  vacancy. 

The  feet  which  thou  hast  kiss'd  so  oft, 

Those  living  feet,  are  gone ; 
Mother !  thou  canst  but  stoop  and  kisa 

Their  print  upon  the  stone. 
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THE    ASCENSION. 


He  loved  the  Flesh  thou  gavest  Him, 

Because  it  was  from  thee  ; 
He  loved  it,  for  it  gave  Him  power 

To  bleed  and  die  for  me. 

That  Flesh  with  its  five  witness  Wounds 

Unto  his  throne  He  bore, 
For  God  to  love,  and  spirits  blest 

To  worship  evermore. 

Yes  !  He  hath  left  thee,  Mother  dear ! 
His  throne  is  far  above ; 

How  canst  thou  be  so  full  of  joy- 
When  thou  hast  lost  thy  Love  ? 

O  surely  earth's  poor  sunshine  now 
To  thee  mere  gloom  appears, 

Wlien  He  is  gone  who  was  its  light 
For  three-and-thii-ty  years. 

Why  do  not  thy  sweet  hands  detain 

His  feet  upon  their  way  ? 
O  why  doth  not  the  Mother  speak, 

And  bid  her  Son  to  stay  ? 

Ah  no !  thy  love  is  rightful  love, 
From  all  self-seeking  free ; 
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THE  MISSION  OF  THE  HOLT  GHOST. 


The  change  that  is  such  gain  to  Him 
Can  be  no  loss  to  thee ! 

'Tis  sweet  to  feel  our  Saviour's  love, 

To  feel  his  presence  near ; 
Yet  loyal  love  his  glory  holds 

A  thousand  times  more  dear. 

Who  would  have  known  the  way  to  love 

Our  Jesus  as  we  ought, 
If  thou  in  varied  joy  and  woe 

Hadst  not  that  lesson  taught  ? 

Ah !  never  is  our  love  so  pure 

As  when  refined  by  pain. 
Or  when  God's  glory  upon  earth 

Finds  in  our  loss  its  gain ! 

True  love  is  worship :  Mother  dear ! 

O  gain  for  us  the  light 
To  love,  because  the  creature's  love 

Is  the  Creator's  right ! 


THE  MISSION  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky, 
No  footprints  on  the  air ; 
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THE  MISSION  OF  THE  HOLT  GHOST. 


Jesus  hath  gone ;  the  ftice  of  earth 
Is  desolate  and  bare. 

The  blessed  feet  of  Mary's  Son, 
They  tread  the  streets  no  more ; 

His  soul-converting  voice  gives  not 
Its  music  as  before. 

His  Mother  sits  all  worshipful 

With  her  majestic  mien; 
The  princes  of  the  infant  Church 

Are  gather'd  round  their  Queen. 

They  gaze  on  her  vi^ith  raptured  eyes, 

Her  features  are  like  His, 
Her  presence  is  their  ample  strength, 

Her  face  reflects  their  bliss. 

That  Upper  Room  is  heaven  on  earth ; 

Within  its  precincts  lie 
All  that  earth  has  of  ftiith,  or  hope. 

Or  heaven-born  charity. 

The  eye  of  God  looks  down  on  them, 

His  love  is  centred  there ; 
His  Spirit  yearns  to  be  o'ercome 

By  their  sweet  strife  of  prayer. 
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THE  IVnSSION  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


The  Mother  prays  her  mighty  prayer, 

In  accents  meek  and  famt, 
And  highest  heaven  is  quick  to  own 

The  beautiful  constraint. 

The  Eternal  Son  takes  up  the  prayer 

Upon  His  royal  throne ; 
The  Son  his  human  Mother  hears, 

The  Sire  his  equal  Son. 

The  Spirit  hears,  and  He  consents 

His  mission  to  fulfil ; 
For  what  is  ask'd  hath  ever  been 

His  own  eternal  will. 

Ten  days  and  nights  in  acts  divine 

Of  awful  love  were  spent. 
While  Mary  and  her  children  pray'd 

The  Spirit  might  be  sent. 

The  joy  of  angels  grew  and  grew 
On  Mary's  wondrous  prayer. 

And  the  Di\dne  Complacence  stoop'd 
To  feed  His  glory  there. 

Her  eyes  to  heaven  were  humbly  raised, 
While  for  her  Spouse  she  pray'd ; 
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THE  MISSION  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


Methought  the  sweetness  of  her  prayer 
His  blissful  coming  stay'd. 

Forever  coming  did  He  seem, 

Forever  on  the  wing ; 
His  chosen  angels  round  His  throne 

Now  gazed,  now  ceased  to  sing. 

How  beautiful,  how  passing  speech, 

The  Dove  did  then  appear. 
As  the  hour  of  His  humility 

At  JMary's  word  drew  near ! 

The  hour  was  come  ;  the  wings  of  love 
By  His  own  will  were  freed : 

The  hour  was  come ;  the  Eternal  Three 
His  mission  had  decreed. 

Then  for  His  love  of  worthless  men, 

His  love  of  Mary's  worth, 
His  beauteous  wings  the  Dove  outspread, 

And  wing'd  his  flight  to  earth. 

O  wondrous  Flight !  He  left  not  heaven, 
Though  earth's  low  fields  He  won, 

But  in  the  Bosom  still  reposed 
Of  Father  and  of  Son. 
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THE  DESCEXT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


O  Flight!  O  blessed  Flight  of  love ! 

Let  me  thy  mercies  share ; 
Grant  it,  sweet  Dove !  for  my  poor  soul 

Was  part  of  Mary's  prayer ! 


THE  DESCENT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

O  MIGHTY  Mother !  why  that  light 

In  thine  uplifted  eye  ? 
Why  that  resplendent  look  of  more 

Than  queenlike  majesty  ? 

O  waitest  thou  in  this  thy  joy 

For  Gabriel  once  again  ? 
Is  heaven  about  to  part,  and  make 

The  Blessed  Vision  plain  ? 

She  sat ;  beneath  her  shadow  were 

The  Chosen  of  her  Son  ; 
Within  each  heart  and  on  each  face 

Her  power  and  spu-it  shone. 

• 

Hers  was  the  courage  they  had  won 
From  her  prevailing  prayers  ; 

They  gazed  on  her,  until  her  heart 
Began  to  beat  in  theirs. 
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THE  DESCENT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


Her  Son  had  left  that  heart  to  them : 
For  ten  long  nights  and  days, 

The  Saviour  gone,  no  Spirit  come, 
She  ruled  their  infant  ways. 

Queen  of  the  Church !  around  thee  shines 

The  purest  light  of  heaven, 
And  all  created  things  to  thee 

For  thy  domain  are  given ! 

Why  waitest  thou  then  so  abash'd, 

Wrapt  in  ecstatic  fear, 
Speechless  with  adoration,  hush'd, — 

Husli'd  as  though  God  were  near  ? 

She  is  a  creature !  See !  she  bows. 
She  trembles  though  so  great ; — 

Created  3Iajesty  o'erwhelm'd 
Before  the  Increate ! 

He  comes !  He  comes  !  that  mighty  Breath 
From  heaven's  eternal  shores ; 

Ks  uncreated  freshness  fills 
His  Bride  as  she  adores. 

Eath  quakes  before  that  rushing  blast, 
teaven  echoes  back  the  sound, 
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THE  DESCENT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


And  mightily  the  tempest  wheels 
That  Upper  Room  around. 

One  moment — and  the  silentness 
Was  breathless  as  the  grave ; 

The  flutter'd  earth  forgot  to  quake, 
The  troubled  trees  to  wave. 

One  moment — and  the  Spirit  hung 
O'er  her  with  dread  desire  ; 

Then  broke  upon  the  heads  of  all 
In  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 

Who  knows  in  what  a  sea  of  love 
Our  Lady's  heart  He  drown'd  ? 

Or  what  new  gifts  He  gave  her  then? 
What  ancient  gifts  He  crown'd  ? 

Grace  was  so  multiplied  on  her, 

So  grew  within  her  heart, 
She  stands  alone,  earth's  miracle, 

A  being  all  apart. 

What  gifts  He  gave  those  chosen  men 

Past  ages  can  display ; 
Nay  more,  their  vigor  still  inspires 

The  weakness  of  to-day. 

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THE  DESCENT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


Those  Tongues  still  speak  within  the 
Church, 

That  Fire  is  undecay'd ; 
Its  well-spring  was  that  Upper  Room, 

Where  Mary  sat  and  pray'd. 

The  Spirit  came  into  the  Church 

With  His  unfailing  power ; 
He  is  the  Living  Heart  that  beats 

Within  her  at  this  hour. 

Speak  gently,  then,  of  Church,  and  Saints, 

Lest  you  His  ways  reprove ; 
The  Heart,  the  Pulses  of  the  Church 

Are  God's  Eternal  Love. 

O  let  us  fall  and  worship  Him, 

The  Love  of  Sire  and  Son, 
The  Consubstantial  Breath  of  God, 

The  Coeternal  One ! 

Ah !  see,  how  like  the  Incarnate  Word, 

His  blessed  Self  He  lowers. 
To  dwell  with  us  invisibly. 

And  make  His  riches  ours. 
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TO  OUR  BLESSED  LADY. 


Most  humble  Spirit !  Mighty  God  i 
Sweet  must  thy  presence  be, 

If  loss  of  Jesus  can  be  gain, 
So  long  as  we  have  Thee  ! 


TO    OUR    BLESSED    LADY. 

Mother  of  Mercy !  day  by  day 

My  love  of  thee  grows  more  and  more; 

Thy  gifts  are  strown  upon  my  way 
Like  sands  upon  the  great  sea^shore. 

Though  poverty,  and  work,  and  woe. 
The  masters  of  my  life  may  be. 

When  times  are  worst,  who  does  not  know 
Darkness  is  light  with  love  of  thee  ? 

But  scornful  men  have  coldly  said 
Thy  love  was  leading  me  from  God ; 

And  yet  in  this  I  did  but  tread 
The  very  path  my  Saviour  trod. 

They  know  but  little  of  thy  worth 

Who  speak  these  heartless  words  to  me ; 

For  what  did  Jesus  love  on  earth 
One  half  so  tenderly  as  thee  ? 
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THE    ASSUMPTIOiSr. 


Get  me  the  grace  to  love  thee  more ; 

Jesus  will  give  if'  thou  wilt  plead ; 
And,  Mother !  when  life's  cares  are  o'er, 

O,  I  shall  love  thee  then  indeed ! 

Jesus,  when  His  three  hours  were  run, 
Bequeathed  thee  from  the  cross  to  me ; 

And  O !  how  can  I  love  thy  Son, 
Sweet  Mother !  if  I  love  not  thee  ? 


THE    ASSUMPTION. 

Sing,  sing,  ye  Angel  Bands, 
All  beautiful  and  bright ; 

For  higher  still,  and  higher. 

Through  the  vast  fields  of  light, 

Mary,  your  Queen,  ascends. 
Like  the  sweet  moon  at  night. 

A  fairer  flower  than  she 
On  earth  hath  never  been  ; 

And,  save  the  Throne  of  God, 
Your  heavens  have  never  seen 

A  wonder  half  so  bright 
As  your  ascending  Queen. 
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THE  CREATION  OF  THE  AXGELS. 


O  happy  Angels !  look, 
How  beautiful  she  is ! 

See !  Jesus  bears  her  up, 
Her  hand  is  locked  in  His ; 

O  who  can  tell  the  height 
Of  that  fair  Mother's  bliss? 

And  shall  I  lose  thee,  then. 
Lose  my  sweet  right  to  thee  ? 

Ah !  no — the  Angels'  Queen 
Our  mother  still  will  be, 

And  thou,  upon  thy  throne. 
Wilt  keep  thy  love  for  me. 


THE  CREATION  OF  THE  ANGELS. 

In  pulses  deep  of  threefold  Love, 
Self-hush'd  and  self-possess'd, 

The  mighty,  unbeginning  God 
Had  lived  in  silent  rest. 

With  His  own  gi-eatness  all  alone 
The  sight  of  Self  had  been 

Beauty  of  beauties,  joy  of  joys 
Before  His  eye  serene. 
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THE  CREATION  OF  THE  ANGELS. 


He  lay  before  Himself,  and  gazed 
As  ravish'd  with  the  sig^it, 

Brooding  on  His  own  attributes 
With  dread  untold  delight. 

No  ties  were  on  His  bliss,  for  He 
Had  neither  end  nor  cause ; 

For  His  own  glory  'twas  enough 
That  He  was  what  He  was. 

His  glory  was  full  gi'own ;  His  light 
Had  own'd  no  dawning  dim ; 

His  love  did  not  outgrow  Himself, 
For  naught  could  grow  in  Him. 

He  stirr'd — and  yet  we  know  not  how 
Nor  wherefore  He  should  move ; 

In  our  poor  human  words,  it  was 
An  overflow  of  love. 

It  was  the  first  outspoken  word 
That  broke  that  peace  sublime, 

An  outflow  of  eternal  love 
Into  the  lap  of  time. 

He  stirred ;  and  beauty  all  at  once 
Forth  from  His  Being  broke  : 
221 


FAITH  OF  OIJK  FATHEES. 


Spirit  and  strength,  and  living  life, 
Created  things,  awoke. 

Order,  and  multitude,  and  light, 

In  beauteous  showers  out-stream'd ; 

And  realms  of  newly-fashion'd  space 
With  radiant  angels  beam'd. 

How  wonderful  is  life  in  Heaven 

Amid  the  angelic  choirs. 
Where  uncreated  Love  has  crown'd 

His  first  created  fires ! 

But  see !  new  marvels  gather  there ! 

The  wisdom  of  the  Son 
With  Heaven's  completest  wonder  ends 

The  work  so  well  begun. 

The  Throne  is  set :  the  blessed  Three 
Crowning  their  work  are  seen — 

The  Mother  of  the  First-Born  Son, 
The  first-born  creatures'  Queen ! 


FAITH    OF    OUR    FATHERS. 

Faith  of  our  Fathers !  living  still, 
In  spite  of  dungeon,  fire,  and  sword : 
222 


FAITH  OF  OUR  FATHERS. 


Oh  how  our  hearts  beat  high  \^ith  joy 

Whene'er  we  hear  that  glorious  word : 
Faith  of  our  Fathers !  Holy  Faith ! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 

Our  Fathers,  chain'd  in  prisons  dark, 
Were  still  in  heart  and  conscience  free : 

How  sweet  would  be  their  children's  fate, 
If  they,  like  them,  could  die  for  thee ! 

Faith  of  our  Fathers !  Holy  Faith ! 

We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 

Faith  of  our  Fathers  !  Mary's  prayers 
Shall  win  our  country  all  to  thee ; 

And  through  the  truth  that  comes  from  God 
Our  land  shall  then  indeed  be  free : 

Faith  of  our  Fathers !  Holy  Faith ! 

We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death  ! 

Faith  of  our  Fathers  !  we  will  love 
Both  friend  and  foe  in  all  our  strife : 

And  preach  thee  too,  as  love  knows  how, 
By  kindly  words  and  virtuous  life  : 

Faith  of  our  Fathers  !  Holy  Faith ! 

We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 
223 


THE  RIGHT  MTST  WIN. 


THE  RIGHT  MUST  WIX. 

O  IT  is  hard  to  work  for  God, 

To  rise  and  take  His  part 
Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth, 

And  not  sometimes  lose  heart ! 

He  hides  Himself  so  wondrously 
As  though  there  were  no  God ; 

He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 
Of  ill  are  most  abroad  ; 

Or  He  deserts  us  at  the  hour 

The  fight  is  all  but  lost ; 
And  seems  to  leave  us  to  ourselves 

Just  when  we  need  Him  most. 

O  there  is  less  to  try  our  faith, 

In  our  mysterious  creed, 
Than  in  the  godless  look  of  earth 
,     In  these  our  hours  of  need. 

Ill  masters  good ;  good  seems  to  change 

To  ill  with  greatest  ease ; 
And,  worst  of  all,  the  good  with  good 

Is  at  cross  purposes. 
224 


THE  EIGHT  MUST  WIN. 


The  Church,  the  Sacraments,  the  Faith, 

Their  up-hill  journey  take. 
Lose  here  what  there  they  gain,  and,  if 

We  lean  upon  them,  break. 

It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks  ; 

And  we  lose  courage  then ; 
And  doubts  will  come  if  God  hath  kept 

His  promises  to  men. 

Ah  !  God  is  other  than  we  think ; 

His  ways  are  far  above, 
Far  beyond  reason's  height,  and  reach'd 

Only  by  childlike  love. 

The  look,  the  fashion  of  God's  ways 

Love's  lifelong  study  are ; 
She  can  be  bold,  and  guess,  and  act, 

When  reason  would  not  dare. 

She  has  a  prudence  of  her  own ; 

Her  step  is  firm  and  free  ; 
Yet  there  is  cautious  science  too 

In  her  simplicity. 

Workman  of  God !  O  lose  not  heart, 
But  learn  what  God  is  like ; 
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THE  ETGHT  MUST  ^VIN. 


And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

O  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 

Is  most  imdsible ! 

And  blest  is  he  who  can  di\ine 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 

Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye ! 

O  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men ! 

O  learn  to  lose  with  God  I 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 

And  beckons  thee  His  road. 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 

Most  strange  in  all  its  ways, 
And,  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 
^What  men  agree  to  praise. 

As  He  can  endless  glory  weave 
From  time's  misjudging  shame, 

In  His  own  world  He  is  content 
To  play  a  losing  game. 
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TRUE     LOVE 


Muse  on  His  justice,  downcast  Soul ! 

Muse  and  take  better  heart ; 
Back  with  thine  angel  to  the  field, 

Good  luck  shall  crown  thy  part ! 

God's  justice  is  a  bed  where  we 
Our  anxious  hearts  may  lay, 

And,  weary  with  ourselves,  may  sleep 
Our  discontent  away. 

For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God ; 

And  right  the  day  must  win; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 

To  falter  would  be  sin  ! 


TRUE    LOVE. 

O  SEE  how  Jesus  trusts  Himself 

Unto  our  childish  love, 
As  though  by  His  free  ways  with  us 

Our  earnestness  to  prove ! 

God  gives  Himself  as  Mary's  Babe 
To  sinners'  trembling  arms. 

And  veils  His  everlasting  light 
In  childhood's  feeble  charms. 
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TEIIE    LOVE 


His  sacred  Name  a  common  word 

On  earth  He  loves  to  hear ; 
There  is  no  majesty  in  Him 

Which  love  may  not  come  near. 

His  priests,  they  bear  Him  in  their  hands, 

Helpless  as  babe  can  be ; 
His  love  seems  very  foolishness 

For  its  simplicity. 

The  light  of  love  is  round  His  feet, 

His  paths  are  never  dim  ; 
And  He  comes  nigh  to  us  when  we 

Dare  not  come  nigh  to  Him. 

Let  us  be  simple  with  Him  then, 

Not  backward,  stiff,  or  cold. 
As  though  our  Bethlehem  could  be 

What  Sina  was  of  old. 

H™R)ve  of  us  may  teach  us  how 
^^^  love  Him  in  return ; 
Love  cannot  help  but  grow  more  free 
The  more  its  transports  bum. 

The  solemn  face,  the  downcast  eye, 
The  words  constrain'd  and  cold,— 
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TRUE     LOVE. 


These  are  the  homage,  poor  at  best, 
Of  those  outside  the  fold. 

They  know  not  how  our  God  can  play 
The  Babe's,  the  Brother's  part ; 

They  dream  not  of  the  ways  He  has 
Of  getting  at  the  heart. 

Most  winningly  He  lowers  Himself, 
Yet  they  dare  not  come  near ; 

They  cannot  know  in  their  blind  place 
The  love  that  casts  out  fear. 

In  lowest  depths  of  littleness 
God  sinks  to  gain  our  love ; 

They  put  away  the  sign  in  fear, 
And  our  free  ways  reprove. 


O  that  they  knew  what  Jesus  was, 

And  what  untold  abyss 
Lies  in  love's  simple  forwardness 

Of  more  than  earthly  bliss ! 


4^ 


O  that  they  knew  what  faith  can  work ! 

What  Sacraments  can  do ! 
What  simple  love  is  like,  on  fire 

In  hearts  absolved  and  true ! 
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TEUE     LOVE 


How  can  they  tell  how  Jesus  oft 

His  secret  thirst  will  slake 
On  those  strange  freedoms  childlike  hearts 

Are  taught  by  God  to  take  1 

Poor  souls !  they  know  not  how  to  love ; 

They  feel  not  Jesus  near ; 
And  they  who  know  not  how  to  love 

Still  less  know  how  to  fear. 

The  humbling  of  the  Incarnate  Word 

They  have  not  faith  to  face ; 
And  how  shall  they  who  have  not  faith 

Attain  love's  better  grace  1 

The  awe  that  lies  too  deep  for  words, 
Too  deep  for  solemn  looks, — 

It  finds  no  way  into  the  face, 
No  spoken  vent  in  books. 

Wsfij  would  not  speak  in  measured  tones, 
•^If  love  had  in  them  vn-ought, 
Until  their  spirits  had  been  hush'd 
In  reverential  thought. 

They  would  have  smiled  in  playful  ways 
To  ease  their  fervid  heart, 
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PERFECTION. 


And  learn'd  with  other  simple  souls 
To  play  love's  crafty  part. 

They  would  have  run  away  from  God 
For  their  own  vileness'  sake, 

And  fear'd  lest  some  interior  light 
From  tell-tale  eyes  should  break. 

They  know  not  how  the  outward  smile 

The  inward  awe  can  prove  ; 
They  fathom  not  the  creature's  fear 

Of  Uncreated  Love. 

The  majesty  of  God  ne'er  broke 

On  them  like  fire  at  night, 
Flooding  their  stricken  souls,  while  they 

Lay  trembling  in  the  light. 

They  love  not ;  for  they  have  not  kiss'd 

The  Saviour's  outer  hem  : 
They  fear  not ;  for  the  Living  God 

Is  yet  unknown  to  them  ! 


PERFECTION. 

O  HOW  the  thought  of  God  attracts 
And  draws  the  heart  from  earth, 
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PERFECTION. 


And  sickens  it  of  passing  shows 
And  dissipating  mirth ! 

'Tis  not  enough  to  save  our  souls, 

To  shun  the  eternal  fires  ; 
The  thought  of  God  will  rouse  the  heart 

To  more  sublime  deskes. 

God  only  is  the  creature's  home, 
Though  long  and  rough  the  road ; 

Yet  nothing  less  can  satisfy 
The  love  that  longs  for  God. 

O  utter  but  the  name  of  God 
Down  in  your  heart  of  hearts, 

And  see  how  from  the  world  at  once 
All  tempting  Kght  departs. 

A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye, 

Can  win  then'  way  above  ; 
If  mountains  can  be  moved  by  faith, 

Is  there  less  power  in  love  1 

How  little  of  that  road,  my  soul ! 

How  little  hast  thou  gone  I 
Take  heart,  and  let  the  thought  of  God 

Allure  thee  further  on. 
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PEKFECTION. 


The  freedom  from  all  wilful  sin, 
The  Christian's  daily  task, — 

O  these  are  gi-aces  far  below 
What  longing  love  would  ask ! 

Dole  not  thy  duties  out  to  God, 

But  let  thy  hand  be  free  : 
Look  long  at  Jesus ;  His  sweet  Blood, 

How  was  it  dealt  to  thee  ? 

The  perfect  way  is  hard  to  flesh ; 

It  is  not  hard  to  love  ; 
If  thou  wert  sick  for  want  of  God, 

How  swiftly  wouldst  thou  move ! 

Good  is  the  cloister's  silent  shade. 
Cold  watch  and  pining  fast ; 

Better  the  mission's  wearing  strife, 
If  there  thy  lot  be  cast. 

Yet  none  of  these  perfection  needs : — 
Keep  thy  heart  calm  all  day, 

And  catch  the  words  the  Spirit  there 
From  hour  to  hour  may  say. 

O  keep  thy  conscience  sensitive  ; 
No  inward  token  miss ; 
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THE  ETEENAI.  FATHER. 


And  go  where  grace  entices  thee ; 
Perfection  lies  in  this. 

Be  docile  to  thine  unseen  Guide, 
Love  Him  as  He  loves  thee ; 

Time  and  obedience  are  enough, 
And  thou  a  Saint  shalt  be  ! 


THE    ETERNAL   FATHER. 

My  God !  how  wonderful  Thou  art, 

Thy  Majesty,  how  bright ! 
How  beautiful  thy  Mercy-Seat 

In  depths  of  burning  light ! 

How  dread  are  thine  eternal  years, 

O  everlasting  Lord ! 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 

Incessantly  adored ! 

How  beautiful,  how  beautiful 

The  sight  of  Thee  must  be, 
Thine  endless  vvasdom,  boundless  power, 

And  awful  purity ! 

O  how  I  fear  Thee,  Li\Ting  God ! 
With  deepest,  tenderest  £ears, 
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THE  ETEKNAL  FATHER. 


And  worship  Thee  with  trembling  hope, 
And  penitential  tears. 

Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord  I 

Almighty  as  Thou  art. 
For  Thou  hast  stoop'd  to  ask  of  me 

The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

O  then  this  worse  than  worthless  heart 

In  pity  deign  to  take. 
And  make  it  love  Thee,  for  thyself 

And  for  thy  glory's  sake. 

No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  Thou  hast  done, 

With  me  thy  sinful  child. 

Only  to  sit  and  think  of  God — 

O  what  a  joy  it  is! 
To  think  the  thought,  to  breathe  the  name — 

Earth  has  no  higher  bliss ; 

Father  of  Jesus  !  love's  reward ! 

What  rapture  will  it  be. 
Prostrate  before  thy  throne  to  lie. 

And  gaze  and  gaze  on  Thee ! 
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JESUS     RISEN 


JESUS    RISEN. 


All  hail !  dear  Conqueror !  all  hail ! 

O  what  a  victory  is  thine ! 
How  beautiful  thy  strength  appears, 

Thy  crimson  wounds,  how  bright  they 
shine ! 

Thou  earnest  at  the  dawn  of  day ; 

Armies  of  souls  around  Thee  were, 
Blest  spirits,  thronging  to  adore 

Thy  Flesh,  so  marvellous,  so  fair. 

The  everlasting  Godhead  lay 

Shrouded  within  those  limbs  divine, 

Nor  left  untenanted  one  hour 

That  sacred  Human  Heart  of  thine. 

They  worshipp'd  Thee,  those  ransom'd 
souls. 

With  the  fresh  strength  of  love  set  free, 
They  worshipp'd  joyously,  and  thought 

Of  Mary  while  they  look'd  on  Thee. 

And  Thou,  too.  Soul  of  Jesus !  Thou 
Towards  that  sacred  Flesh  didst  yearn, 
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JESrS     RISEN 


And  for  the  beatings  of  that  Heart 
How  ardently  thy  love  did  burn  ! 

They  worshipp'd,  while  the  beauteous  Soul 
Paused  by  the  Body's  wounded  side  : — 

Bright  tlash'd  the  cave, — before  them  stood 
The  Li\-ing  Jesus  Glorified. 

Down,  down,  all  lofty  things  on  earth, 

And  worship  Him  with  joyous  dread! 
O  Sin !  thou  art  undone  by  love  ! 

0  Death  !  thou  art  discomfited ! 

Ye  Heavens,  how  sang  they  in  your  courts, 
How  sang  the  angelJe  choirs  that  day, 

When  from  His  tomb  the  imprison'd  God, 
Like  the  strong  sunrise,  broke  away. 

O,  I  am  burning  so  with  love, 

1  fear  lest  I  should  make  too  free ; 
Let  me  lie  silent  and  adore 

Thy  glorified  Humanity. 

Ah  !  now  Thou  sendest  me  sweet  tears ; 

Flutter'd  with  love,  my  spirits  fail, — 
What  shall  I  say  ?  Thou  know'st  my  heart ; 

All  hail !  dear  Conqueror !  all  hail ! 
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THE  APPAKITION  OF  JESUS. 


THE    APPARITION    OF  JESUS    TO    OUR 
BLESSED    LADY. 

O  Queen  of  Sorrows !  raise  thine  eyes ! 

See !  the  first  light  of  dawn  is  there ; 
The  hour  is  come,  and  thou  must  end 

Thy  Forty  Hours  of  lonely  prayer. 

Day  dawns;  it  brightens  on  the  hill: 
New  grace,  new  powers  within  her  wake, 

Lest  the  full  tide  of  joy  should  crush 
The  heart  that  sorrow  could  not  break. 

O  never  yet  had  Acts  of  Hope 

Been  offer'd  to  the  Throne  on  high, 

Like  those  that  died  on  Mary's  lip, 

And  beam'd  from  out  her  glistening  eye. 

Hush !  there  is  silence  in  her  heart. 
Deeper  than  when  St.  Gabriel  spoke, 

And  upon  midnight's  tingling  ear 
The  blessed  Ave  sweetly  broke. 

Ah  me  !  what  wondrous  change  is  this ! 

What  trembling  floods  of  noiseless  light! 
Jesus  before  His  Mother  stands, 

Jesus,  all  beautiful  and  bright ! 
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THE  APPAEITIOX  OF  JESUS. 


He  comes  !  He  comes !  and  will  she  run 
With  freest  love  her  Child  to  greet  1 

He  came !  and  she,  His  creature,  fell 
Prostrate  at  her  Creator's  feet. 

He  raised  her  up  ;  He  pressed  her  head 
Gently  against  His  wounded  side ; 

He  gave  her  spirit  strength  to  bear 
The  sight  of  Jesus  glorified. 

From  out  His  eyes,  from  out  His  wounds 
A  power  of  awful  beauty  shone  ; 

O  how  the  speecliless  Mother  gazed 
Upon  the  glory  of  her  Son ! 

She  could  not  doubt :  'twas  truly  He 
Who  had  beenj^ith  her  from  the  first, — 

The  very  eyes,  the  ^outh,  the  hair, 

The  very  Babe  whom  she  had  nursed, — 

Her  burden  o'er  the  desert  sands. 
The  helpmate  of  her  toils, — 'twas  He, 

He  by  whose  deathbed  she  had  stood 
Long  hours  beneath  the  bleeding  Tree. 

His  crimson  wounds,  they  shone  like  suns, 

His  beaming  hand  was  raised  to  bless ; 

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THE  APPAEITION  OF  JESTJS. 


The  sweetness  of  His  voice  had  hush'd 
The  angels  into  silentness. 

His  sacred  flesh,  like  spirit,  glow'd, 
Glow'd  with  immortal  beauty's  might ; 

His  smiles  were  like  the  virgin  rays 
That  sprang  from  new-created  light. 

When  wilt  thou  drink  that  beauty  in  1 
Mother !  when  wilt  thou  satisfy 

With  those  adoring  looks  of  love 
The  thu-st  of  thine  ecstatic  eye  ? 

Not  yet,  not  yet  thy  wondrous  joy 
Is  fill'd  to  its  mysterious  brim ; 

Thou  hast  another  sight  to  see 
To  which  this  vision  i^ut  dim ! 

Jesus  into  His  Mother's  heart 

A  special  gift  of  strength  did  pour, 

That  she  might  bear  what  none  had  borne 
Amid  the  sons  of  earth  before. 

O  let  not  words  be  bold  to  tell 

What  in  the  Mother's  heart  was  done, 

When  for  a  moment  Mary  saw 
The  unshrouded  Godhead  of  her  Son. 
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CONYEESION 


What  bliss  for  us  that  Jesus  gave 

To  her  such  wondrous  gifts  and  powers ; 

It  is  a  joy  the  joys  were  hers, 
For  Mary's  joys  are  doubly  ours ! 


CONVERSION. 

O  Faith  !  thou  workest  miracles 

Upon  the  hearts  of  men, 
Choosing  thy  home  in  those  same  hearts 

We  know  not  how  or  when. 

To  one  thy  grave  unearthly  truths 

A  heavenly  vision  seem ; 
While  to  another's  eye  they  are 

A  superstitious^ream. 

To  one  the  deepest  doctrines  look 

So  naturally  true, 
That  when  he  learns  the  lesson  first 

He  hardly  thinks  it  new. 

To  other  hearts  the  selfsame  truths 

No  light  or  heat  can  bring ; 
They  are  but  puzzling  phrases  strung 

Like  beads  upon  a  string. 
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CONVERSION. 


O  Gift  of  Gifts !  O  Grace  of  Faith ! 

My  God !  how  can  it  be 
That  Thou,  who  hast  discernmg  love, 

Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 

There  was  a  place,  there  was  a  time, 

Whether  by  night  or  day. 
Thy  Spirit  came  and  left  that  gift, 

And  went  upon  His  way. 

How  many  hearts  Thou  mightst  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine ! 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 

Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine ! 

Ah,  Grace !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  came, 
The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 

In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

How  will  they  die,  how  will  they  die. 

How  bear  the  cross  of  grief, 
Who  have  not  got  the  light  of  faith. 

The  courage  of  belief? 

The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross 
Seem  trifles  less  than  light, — 
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PRAISE  OF  THE  HOLT  CEOSS. 


Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low, 

When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 
O  happy,  happy  that  I  am  ! 

If  thou  canst  be,  O  Faith! 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 

What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 
Thy  choice,  O  God  of  Goodness  !  then 

I  lovingly  adore ; 
O  give  me  grace  to  keep  thy  grace, 

And  gi-ace  to  merit  more ! 


IN  PRAISE  OF  THE  HOLY  CROSS. 

Come,  let  us  with  glad  music 

Extol  the  Holy  Cross ; 
'Tis  our  especial  glory, 

Exult  we  in  the  Cross 
For  by  the  Cross  we  triumph, 

Our  foemen  we  destroy ; 
Its  standard  is  our  signal 

For  victory  and  joy. 
Now  let  our  sweetest  trilling 

Reach  far  into  the  skies : 
The  sweetest  Wood  shall  merit 

The  sweetest  melodies : 
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PRAISE  OF  THE  HOLY  CROSS. 


Nor  be  our  life  in  discord 

With  what  our  voices  sing, 
These  may  not"  clash  together, 

True  symphony  to  bring. 
All  ye,  the  Cross's  servants, 

Be  in  its  praises  rife ; 
Without  the  Cross  ye  perish, 

The  fountain  of  your  life  ; 
«  Hail,  all  the  world's  Salvation !" 

Your  salutation  be, 
In  loudest  proclamation 

Of  this  all-healing  Tree. 

How  blest,  how  bright  this  altar, 

Wherefrom  salvation  beams ! 
Pours  down  the  Lamb  upon  it 

His  Blood  in  ruddy  streams : 
The  Lamb  that  hath  no  blemish, 

And  from  their  inborn  crime 
Hath  purified  all  ages 

Until  the  end  of  time ! 
Lo,  here  the  sinners'  ladder ; 

For  Christ,  the  King  of  Heaven 
By  it  draws  to  Him  all  things 

Into  his  power  given : 
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PRAISE  OF  THE  HOLY  CROSS. 


And  with  the  Cross's  banner 

The  truth  too  is  unfurl'd ; 
Its  four  points  comprehending 

The  confines  of  the  world ! 
New  sacraments  are  dawning, 

But  still  in  types,  that  so 
The  Cross's  bright  religion 

May  blaze  with  temper'd  glow : 
Wood  cast  in  it  by  Moses 

Makes  Mara's  waters  sweet ; 
Obeying  wood,  the  flintstone 

Pours  water  at  his  feet ! 
The  master  hath  no  safety 

For  his  doom'd  house,  before 
The  Cross  upon  the  lintel 

Hath  fortified  the  door : 
The  sword,  on  whosoever 

Hath  set  his  faith  upon 
This  sign,  hath  lost  its  power, — 

He  saves  alive  his  son ! 
'Twas  when  Sarephtha's  widow, 

Poor,  weak,  was  gath'ring  wood, 
There  came  the  hope  of  safety, 

For  nigh  the  prophet  stood ! 
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PRAISE  OF  THE  HOLY  CROSS. 


Of  Wood  the  mystic  virtue 

Where  is  no  faith  to  feel, 
The  cruise  of  oil  avails  not, 

Nor  handful  yet  of  meal ! 
What  sense  beneath  such  figures 

Lay  hid  in  Holy  Writ, 
Is  now  reveal'd  to  Christians, — 

The  Cross's  benefit : 
Kings  yield  belief,  and  foemen 

Bow  to  the  Cross  alone, — 
Where  Christ  himself  is  captain, 

A  thousand  flee  from  one  ! 
The  Cross  makes  strength  the  stronger, 

It  conquers  without  fail. 
It  heals  the  sick  and  feeble, 

It  makes  the  demons  quail, 
It  gives  to  captives  freedom, 

With  new  life  it  endues ; 
The  dignity  of  all  things 

The  Cross  again  renews ! 
O  Cross,  thou  Tree  triumphal. 

Earth's  sure  Salvation,  hail ! 
In  stem,  and  leaf,  and  flower 

No  tree's  of  thy  avail ! 
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PRAISE  OF  THE  HOLY  CEOSS. 


The  health  art  thou  of  Christians, 

Their  medicine,  if  ill  ; 
When  human  help  is  helpless, 

Be  our  protection  still ! 

Hear  all  thy  Cross's  praises, 

Thou  Hallower  of  the  Cross, 
Nor  let  thy  Cross's  servants 

Hereafter  suffer  loss ; 
But  in  the  true  Light's  mansions. 

Departed  hence,  appear, 
Where  God  himself  their  light  is. 

And  dried  is  ev'ry  tear ! 

If  thou  assign  us  torture, 

Let  torture  not  be  felt ; 
But  when  Wrath's  day  is  instant, 

Be  mercy  to  us  dealt ! 
To  thee,  agamst  th'  oppressor, 

Confirm  our  last  appeal, 
And  quickly  let  us  enter 

Our  everlasting  weal ! 
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LIFE,  PASSION,  ANTX  MERITS  OF  CHRIST. 


LIFE,  PASSION,  AND  MERITS  OF  CHRIST. 
PART  I. 

Father  of  highest  majesty, 

Remember  all  thy  love, 
That  gave  this  wretched  world  thy  Son 

From  thy  bright  throne  above ; 
Down  from  the  seat  of  Godhead  sent 
To  this  poor  place  of  banishment ! 

Remember  Jesus  Christ,  to  Thee 

Coequal  though  begot, 
Took  on  Himself  a  servant's  form. 

When  born  in  lowly  cot, 
And  Circumcision's  law  of  sin 
Obey'd,  our  ruin'd  souls  to  win ! 

Remember  how,  when  He  was  bom, 
And  on  mean  straw  was  laid, 

From  distant  East  the  royal  three 
Him  mystic  honor  paid  ; 

And  aged  Simeon's  prophecy, — 

His  Mother's  sword  when  he  should  die ! 

Remember  Herod,  who  his  God 
Like  criminal  pursued, 
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LIFE,  PASSION,  AND  MERITS  OF  CHRIST. 


Sad  mothers  of  their  babes  bereft 

In  day  that  Rama  rued ; 
The  anguish  that  his  parents  wrought 
The  hours  their  truant  Son  they  sought. 

Remember,  Father  meek,  the  thirst, 

The  hunger,  cold,  and  heat. 
That  weigh'd  upon  his  mortal  Frame, 

And  wore  his  weary  Feet : 
His  faintness  through  long  toiling  hours, 
Each  day  exposed  to  winds  and  show'rs ! 

Remember  all  the  pains  that  He 

Endured  in  labor's  round, 
To  teach  thy  ways  to  little  ones, 

Who  in  them  wisdom  found : 
The  sick  relieved,  till  evening's  close, 
His  nights  of  prayer  denied  repose ! 

PART   II. 

Remember  how  their  Master  knelt 

At  his  disciples'  feet, 
And  washing  them,  a  lesson  taught 

For  love's  sweet  service  meet : 
How,  all  devoted  to  their  good, 
He  gave  Himself  to  be  their  food ! 


LIFE,  PASSION,  AOT)  MERITS  OF  CHEIST. 


Remember  all  his  sorrow,  when 

He  in  the  garden  pray'd, 
The  grief,  the  anguish,  and  the  dread, 

Upon  his  spirit  laid ; 
Was  ever  agony  so  sore, 
That  sweated  Blood  from  ev'ry  pore ! 

Remember  by  what  treaeh'rous  craft, 

And  soldiers'  arm'd  array, 
With  meekest  look  that  gentle  Lamb 

Was  led  in  cords  away ; 
Like  doer  vile  of  envious  wrong, 
Dragg'd  pris'ner  by  the  guards  along ! 

Remember,  Jesus  blindfold  stood, 

Mid  fierce  and  cruel  bands, 
Who,  mocking,  bade  Him  prophesy. 

And  struck  with  impio^s  hands ; 
How  buffeted  He  lay  forlorn, 
Stretch'd  on  the  pavement,  bruised  and 
torn! 

Remember  what  a  crown  they  press'd 

Upon  his  sacred  Head, — 
That  Head,  which  ev'ry  gift  enfolds. 

With  thorny  cincture  bled ; 
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How  spit  on,  stripp'd,  with  scourges  flay'd, 
In  purple  robe  He  stood  array'd ! 

Rememljer  how  He  walk'd  despised, 

In  modest  robe  of  white, 
By  naughty  men  accused  for  naught. 

His  bounty  to  requite  ; 
How  they  deliver'd  the  unjust 
Barabbas,  and  condemn'd  the  Just ! 


Remember  what  a  weight  the  Cross 

Upon  His  shoulder  lay, 
So  vast  the  crime  of  all  the  world, 

The  load  He  bore  away  : 
How  impious  men  the  Cross  upon 
Nail'd  ruthlessly  the  guiltless  One ! 

Remember,  He,  like  helpless  worm, 
Not  man,  was  raised  on  high, 

Mark  for  each  finger,  left  as  one 
No  pity  claim'd,  to  die  : 

Like  one  accurst,  with  anguish  wrung, 

Unconquer'd  conqu'ror,  thus  He  hung ! 

Remember  how  thy  Heaven-sent  Son 
Burn'd  with  devouring  zeal, 
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LIFE, 

And  all  our  shame  endured,  that  He 

Our  shameful  guilt  might  heal : 
Of  Mother's  love,  how  great  the  grief, 
To  see  her  Son  past  all  relief ! 

Remember  \vith  what  wondrous  love 

The  robber  He  received. 
Blest  partner  of  his  Passion  made, 

Its  power  who  believed ! 
His  cup  of  vinegar  and  gall, — 
The  dregs  of  woe.  He  drank  them  all ! 

Remember  all  his  fluttering  dread. 

Of  comfort  when  bereft, 
"  Why  thus,  my  God,"  the  Sa\4our  cried, 

"  Forsaken  am  I  left  ?" 
How  shook  the  earth,  day  turn'd  to  night, 
When  from  the  world  death  took  its  Light ! 

Remember  what  a  gory  stream 
Burst  from  her  dear  Son's  Heart, 

With  Water  flowing  and  with  Blood, 
Pierced  by  the  soldier's  dart : 

How  pierced  the  Mother  standing  by 

The  sword  of  her  Son's  agony ! 
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Remember  how,  \vith  bitter  cry, 

Bereft  ones  mourn'd  their  loss ; 
While  his  cold  Corpse,  divine  in  death, 

They  lower'd  from  the  Cross ; 
And  what  a  grief  it  was  t'  inter 
That  Body  in  the  sepulchre  ! 
Remember,  we  implore  Thee,  why 

'Twas  thy  own  sacred  Will, 
Nor  less  thy  Son's,  for  Him  to  feel 

Such  insult,  pain,  and  ill : 
From  glory,  majesty,  and  power, 
Equal  to  thine.  Himself  to  lower ! 

What  force  hath  drawn  that  spotless  Lamb, 

What  mighty  strength  of  love. 
To  come  the  guilty's  doom  to  bear 

From  those  bright  realms  above  1 
'Tis  boundless  charity's  sure  sign, 
The  token  true  of  love  di\-ine  ! 
Then  let  thy  love  that  thus  hath  been 

So  fruitful,  Lord,  in  pains, 
Be  fruitful  to  remove  our  sins. 

And  wash  out  all  their  stains : 
Love !  strike  deep  root  in  all  our  hearts, 
Engender'd  thus  of  Jesus'  smarts.     Amen. 
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PKATEK  ON  GOIXG  TO  SLEEP. 


PRATER 

BEFORE   A  PICTURE    OF    OUR   BLESSED    LADY. 

Mother  !  to  thee  myself  I  yield, 
Console  me  in  the  hour  of  pain ; 

Be  thou  my  life's  support  and  shield, 
And  by  me,  at  my  death,  remain ! 


PRATER 

ON    RISING   IN   THE    MORNING. 

Dear  Jesu !  as  I  wake  be  nigh ; 

Inspire  me,  as  I  ought,  to  pray : 
Keep  me  from  sin,  O  Lord  most  high, 

Through  this  and  every  other  day. 

To  God  the  Father  glory  be. 
And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son ; 

The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee, 
While  everlasting  ages  run. 


PRATER 

ON    GOING   TO    SLEEP. 

Angel  Guai-dian !  guard  me  sleeping. 
Still  unto  God's  service  wake  me 

Loving  watches  o'er  me  keeping. 
In  thy  arms,  dear  Jesus,  take  me. 
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PKAYER  TO  A  GrAEDIAN  A^GEL. 

Honor,  majesty,  and  power, 

To  the  blessed  Three  be  given ; 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Glory  in  the-  highest  Heaven. 


PRATEE 

TO   A   GUARDIAN   ANSEL. 

Angel  !  w^hom  God 

Has  appointed  for  me, 
Of  his  mercy  supreme, 

My  Guardian  to  be  : 
My  way  through  this  world 

Light  thou  and  protect ; 
Through  this  world  to  Heaven 

Forever  direct.    Amen. 

Angele  Dei 
Qui  custos  es  mei 
Me  tibi  commissum, 
Pietate  superna 
lUumina,  custodi 
Rage  et  guberna. 

Amen. 
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DOXOLOGY 


DOXOLOGY. 


To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 
And  to  his  sole-begotten  Son  ; 

The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
While  everlasting  ages  run. 

Deo  Patri  sit  gloria, 
EjuB  que  soli  Filio, 
Cum  Spiritu  Paraclito, 
Nunc  et  per  omne  saeculum. 
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